“Holy smokes, this place israd,” Lottiebreathed as he led her into hisLoHicondo.
Mo dropped her hand and moved to the kitchen, but did itlooking around.
He had to admit, his crib was pretty awesome.
He’d just liked the space and it was a good investment, ahot ’hood in Denver, great scores for walking, restaurants, shops, transit.Central location.Excellent views.Fireplace.Easy access to I-25.
It wasn’t spacious, something Tammy bitched about a lot.
But Mag and him didn’t feel on top of each other.
Then again, one of them was always working, at the gym, Magoff scoring, or they both were sleeping, so it wasn’t often they co-existed inthe space.
Though seeing his neatly-stacked pile of mail, he wasfeeling good about his friend and roommate.Mag was not as obsessive as Lottie,but he was as obsessive as Mo.And that worked.
“Seriously,pookie, Hawk reallydoesn’t have you on food stamps, does he?”she asked.
Hawk did not.
He stopped at the marble-topped island where his mail wasand grinned at her.
“Wander around,” he invited.“Igottago through my mail.”
“Which bedroom is yours?”she asked.
He was rethinking his invitation, wondering if he couldconcentrate on mail when Lottie was in his bedroom for the first time, but hesaw the excitement on her face.
She liked his place.
Mo liked that she liked his place.
So he said, “To the left.”
She looked that way before she walked that way.
He watched her go then cast his glance across the entiretyof the space.
When he bought it four years ago, he’d moved his shitty-assstuff in there.
He then listened to his sisters bitch at him for a yearabout his shitty-ass stuff being in aLoHicondo witha view of the city where you could hit Little Man Ice Cream with no hassle.
So he’d gone to a swank furniture store where the picturesonline showed stuff he didn’t mind.He’d found a chick who worked there andtold her he needed a comfortable couch and chair, a rug, decent dining table,some stools, a bed and a dresser and asked her where he could buy a bathroommat and some towels that didn’t suck.
The woman had visibly lost her mind.
She’d then shared she was getting married in a couple ofmonths, had just registered, therefore knew where the best stuff was, and toldhim she’d set him up.She even met him at other stores to sort his shit.
He’d gone to her wedding.She’d been a pretty bride.Herhusband was top-notch.
And even Mo had to admit, with the grays, beiges, blues,woods, glass and kickass lamps, she hadn’t done too badly.
And it had been three years and his towels were still theshit.
Tammy hadn’t even griped about his towels.
She wasn’t a fan of all the rest.Though she was, until hetold her some woman he met at a furniture store kitted out his place.Afterthat, she hated it.
At that juncture, Mo was wondering why he’d put up with her.
