My smile grew. “Awesome. How can I help?”
“Well…” She paused and touched her lips with her fingertip. “I’m not sure. I woke up this morning and decided I’ve procrastinated too long. I called a moving company and they can do it next weekend. So I just need to call Sean and tell him.”
“You still have your key, right? You should make sure he won’t be there.”
“Good idea. I don’t need him breathing down my neck while I pack the rest of my things.”
“No, definitely not.”
She produced her phone from her pocket and wandered into the living room. I waited, my brow furrowing with concern. If he made things hard on her…
“Sean, hi. I just want to—” She paused. “No… That’s not… Sean, listen.”
Tension rippled down my back and my jaw hitched.
“Can we be grown-ups about this, please?”
She held the phone away from her ear and rolled her eyes. “Are you done?” she asked.
I flexed my fists, my body coiled like a spring.
“You can’t hold my stuff hostage,” she said, and for the first time, there was a rare note of anger in her voice.
That was it. I was done. I got up, marched over to her, and held out my hand. Eyeing me with confusion, she gave me her phone.
I put it to my ear. “Fuck you,” I said, then ended the call and handed it back to her.
She gaped at me. “I know he was being a jerk, but I don’t know if that was very helpful.”
“I know it wasn’t. But screw that guy.”
I ran my hand through my hair. This was kind of my fault. I’d pissed him off when I’d kissed Pen at the Timberbeast. Granted, he was a dick anyway, so he might have caused trouble for her regardless. But I’d probably made it worse.
Which meant it was up to me to take care of it.
“I should have just texted him,” she said. “I’ll do that. I’ll tell him the movers are coming next Saturday.”
“No, don’t worry about the movers. I’ll get your stuff.” I’d already pulled out my phone and started group-texting my brothers. “He wants to be difficult? He can deal with me.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“We both know this is partially my fault.” I met her eyes, and with the way her cheeks flushed, I knew she understood what I meant.
“It’s not your fault he’s a jerk.”
“No, but I’m still getting your stuff back.” My lips turned up in a grin. “Besides, this is going to be fun.”
“Should I be concerned?”
“Not a bit.”
“Are you sure about this?”
I paused and looked her in the eyes. I didn’t want to steamroll her. “If it’s important to you to do this yourself, I won’t get in your way. But if the only goal is to get your things out of his house, let me do it for you. I want to.”
“I don’t have anything to prove. I just want my stuff.”
“Consider it done. What’s still there that’s yours?”
