matters.
Sweeping my hair up, I throw it into a high ponytail, then head to the front door, enjoying the way
it swings against my neck. With a deep breath, I pull open the door. “Let’s go.”Before I change my
mind.
Bree eyes me up and down, then gives me an approving nod and waves me to the elevator. She
pushes the button and then leans against the wall, studying me. “How’s your first week been?”
Her question isn’t casual, so I give it the consideration it deserves. “All things considered, really
good.”
“All things?” she prompts with a smile.
“Well, I think I’ll rent a car.”
“Sick of riding to work with the boys?”
“Sort of. It’s just weird, isn’t it? To have your bosses drive you to work? Besides,” I say, rolling
on as her eyes fill with mirth, “it would be nice to have a car to explore the city. I haven’t been
anywhere but here and the office. I should go do…stuff.”
“There are other people you could catch rides with, though.” She laughs at my expression. “Come
on, they’re great guys.”
Groaning, I rub my face. “They’re fine. I just…it’s a lot. They’re a lot.”
Tucking her arm through mine, she pulls me into the elevator. “Yeah, ‘a lot’ pretty much describes
them. I can see how it would be overwhelming for you. They live in each other’s pockets. They don’t
get the concept of personal space, like, at all. But they are incredibly kind and generous. And fun.
Don’t forget fun. But I fully support you doing what you need to do. One question though…you said
you grew up in New York so…do you have a driver’s license?”
Damn my fair skin. I feel the blush rise like a wave. She’s found the hole in my plan. “Well…
see…um….no.”
Bree’s still laughing as the elevator doors open into possibly the biggest apartment I’ve ever been
in. Unlike the floors below, the elevator opens straight into the foyer of this place. The floors are
polished concrete, and the ceilings must be at least twenty feet high. But somehow, as we enter
further, it doesn’t seem that big. Because there, crowded around a table that would fit easily into a
castle, are nine huge men and a few women.
“Maya,” a few voices call out. Searching the faces, I see warmth and welcome. I wave a little,
