years.
As if he could tell that she was about to lose it with them, Zander stepped in and directed them on what to do next.
“Well, she’s with us now, so it’s all in the past. Why don’t you pack up your clothes and things, Tessa, while Tag and I find out what the landlord wants us to do about the furniture? He might want to leave it for the next renter.”
She nodded without saying anything and, grabbing a box, walked quickly out of the tiny living area. She needed to settle down and regain some control before she said something she’d regret. She knew Tag wasn’t fussing at her for living there, but it hurt to hear the anger and disgust in his voice. The place was as clean as you could get it with how old and layered on everything was. She wasn’t a nasty person, but seeing the tiny apartment through their eyes was almost humiliating.
She quickly packed her meager belongings into two boxes, one for clothes and the other for toiletries. She folded the one set of sheets she had and left them on the mattress in case they were leaving it for the next resident. The only other things she wanted to take were in the living area. There she had six books she’d been buying from the store every other paycheck. They had helped her make it through the lonely nights and weekends when she wasn’t working.
It dawned on her that if she did get a car she would be able to take that part-time work at the diner and save more money. Pleased that she’d finally thought of that, Tessa carried the two boxes into the living area only to hear growling noises before the boxes were pulled from her grasp.
“You should have told us the boxes were ready. There’s no need for you to carry anything with us here. I’ll go get the rest of them when I get back from putting these in the truck. Don’t even think about trying to carry them yourself,” the big man said.
She smirked at him. “I wouldn’t dream of it since there aren’t any more boxes in there.”
He blinked then sighed. “Fine. I’ll be right back.”
She frowned then blew out a breath as soon as he’d walked through the front door.
“Don’t let him upset you, kitten. You know he doesn’t mean anything by it. He’s just upset that you’ve been living without any of the things we could have been providing for you,” Zander said. “Like kisses in the morning, and foot rubs at night.”
She reluctantly smiled up at him. He was always doing that to her, knocking the wind out of her sails so that she couldn’t be upset for long with them. Zander especially didn’t play fair.
“We’re going shopping Monday after work, Zander,” Tag said.
Although he hadn’t directed his statement toward her, Tessa knew he meant shopping for her. They weren’t going to start loading her up with things she didn’t need or have any use for. What would she do with them if it didn’t work out between the three of them? If she got used to having unnecessary things again it would kill her to have to leave them behind.
“Don’t look at me that way,” Tag groused.
“Like what?” she asked, working hard at not letting him see what she was thinking about.
“Like you’re about to lay into me about taking you shopping,” he said.
“I don’t need to go shopping, Tag. You and Zander can go if you want to, but I don’t need anything.” She crossed her arms and stared at him, daring him to say something about her clothes.
Zander obviously knew his friend well enough to anticipate that he was about to say something that would either piss her off or hurt her feelings because he jumped in between them and urged Tag to carry the boxes to the truck.
“We’ll be right out, Tag. Go on and load those up.” Zander pushed on his friend’s arm.
“I’m serious, baby. We’re going shopping tomorrow. You might as well be ready when we come to get you.” Tag picked up the two boxes and stomped out the door, muttering to himself all the way out.
“Tessa. Don’t get upset
As if he could tell that she was about to lose it with them, Zander stepped in and directed them on what to do next.
“Well, she’s with us now, so it’s all in the past. Why don’t you pack up your clothes and things, Tessa, while Tag and I find out what the landlord wants us to do about the furniture? He might want to leave it for the next renter.”
She nodded without saying anything and, grabbing a box, walked quickly out of the tiny living area. She needed to settle down and regain some control before she said something she’d regret. She knew Tag wasn’t fussing at her for living there, but it hurt to hear the anger and disgust in his voice. The place was as clean as you could get it with how old and layered on everything was. She wasn’t a nasty person, but seeing the tiny apartment through their eyes was almost humiliating.
She quickly packed her meager belongings into two boxes, one for clothes and the other for toiletries. She folded the one set of sheets she had and left them on the mattress in case they were leaving it for the next resident. The only other things she wanted to take were in the living area. There she had six books she’d been buying from the store every other paycheck. They had helped her make it through the lonely nights and weekends when she wasn’t working.
It dawned on her that if she did get a car she would be able to take that part-time work at the diner and save more money. Pleased that she’d finally thought of that, Tessa carried the two boxes into the living area only to hear growling noises before the boxes were pulled from her grasp.
“You should have told us the boxes were ready. There’s no need for you to carry anything with us here. I’ll go get the rest of them when I get back from putting these in the truck. Don’t even think about trying to carry them yourself,” the big man said.
She smirked at him. “I wouldn’t dream of it since there aren’t any more boxes in there.”
He blinked then sighed. “Fine. I’ll be right back.”
She frowned then blew out a breath as soon as he’d walked through the front door.
“Don’t let him upset you, kitten. You know he doesn’t mean anything by it. He’s just upset that you’ve been living without any of the things we could have been providing for you,” Zander said. “Like kisses in the morning, and foot rubs at night.”
She reluctantly smiled up at him. He was always doing that to her, knocking the wind out of her sails so that she couldn’t be upset for long with them. Zander especially didn’t play fair.
“We’re going shopping Monday after work, Zander,” Tag said.
Although he hadn’t directed his statement toward her, Tessa knew he meant shopping for her. They weren’t going to start loading her up with things she didn’t need or have any use for. What would she do with them if it didn’t work out between the three of them? If she got used to having unnecessary things again it would kill her to have to leave them behind.
“Don’t look at me that way,” Tag groused.
“Like what?” she asked, working hard at not letting him see what she was thinking about.
“Like you’re about to lay into me about taking you shopping,” he said.
“I don’t need to go shopping, Tag. You and Zander can go if you want to, but I don’t need anything.” She crossed her arms and stared at him, daring him to say something about her clothes.
Zander obviously knew his friend well enough to anticipate that he was about to say something that would either piss her off or hurt her feelings because he jumped in between them and urged Tag to carry the boxes to the truck.
“We’ll be right out, Tag. Go on and load those up.” Zander pushed on his friend’s arm.
“I’m serious, baby. We’re going shopping tomorrow. You might as well be ready when we come to get you.” Tag picked up the two boxes and stomped out the door, muttering to himself all the way out.
“Tessa. Don’t get upset
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