Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 72764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
I watched as she drove away. She was almost out of the lot when I had to squint to see if…wait, was she flipping me off in her rearview mirror?
Yeah, she was. I was completely fucked.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Sariah
* * *
Sweat poured off me like a freakin’ faucet, but the physical labor felt better than emotional pain, so I was focusing on the former. Today was moving day, and I couldn’t express how relieved I was to have two whole days off from the Mavericks. The team was out of town anyway, but not having to go into the office made it easier not to think about the clusterfuck my life had become. Because of a man.
Again.
I was going to join a convent if this shit kept up.
The moving truck hadn’t arrived yet, but my parents and sisters were here. Sophia had dropped Revy off with her in-laws, so she and her husband had committed to being here all day, alone with Sami and Sebastian.
As predicted, Mom was putting away the groceries she’d thoughtfully picked up for me, and Sophia and Sami were wiping down every possible surface with disinfectant. Dee had just arrived with donuts and bagels and we put everything out in the kitchen since we’d be hungry as the day went on.
“Sariah, are you sure this is where you want the TV?” Dad called from the living room.
“That’s the only place for it,” I replied. “And I don’t watch much TV anyway.”
“Okay.” He went back to whatever he was attaching to the wall to hang it from.
“You’re awfully quiet,” Dee murmured, following me when I went into the bathroom to hang the new shower curtain I’d treated myself to. It was Paris themed, with the Eiffel Tower surrounded by flowers and the words “Je t’aime.” I didn’t know who I loved at this point in my life, but the pink-and-black color scheme made me happy.
“Busy day,” I responded.
I hadn’t caught her up on things with Nash/Rob yet, and I wasn’t going to get into it in the middle of moving.
“You’re full of shit,” she said, handing me the last two shower curtain hooks. “Something happen with that Rob guy? Oh my god! Did you meet up with him and not tell anyone?”
“I’ll tell you later,” I said, pulling the shower curtain closed and smiling at it. “There. That looks pretty.”
“It does.”
“Hey, Sariah, the movers are here!” Sami called out.
“Coming.” I turned and headed toward the living room, shocked to see my mother carrying the biggest bouquet of pink roses I’d ever seen.
“Where did those come from?” I asked her.
“They’re from Nash,” Sophia said, waving a little white card at me. “Who’s Nash and what is he apologizing for?”
I snatched the card from her hand. “Have you ever heard of privacy? Do I read your mail?”
She shrugged. “It’s mostly bills, so you’re welcome to.”
“He’s no one,” I muttered, reading the note for myself.
* * *
Sariah—
I’m so sorry. I know you’re still mad, but I didn’t know how to tell you the truth. You have to believe me. Please give me another chance. I’ll do anything you ask of me.
Nash
* * *
“Whoever he is,” Sami said, reading over my shoulder. “Couldn’t you have dumped him after he helped you move?”
“He’s out of town,” I said, crumpling up the note and tossing it into the trash can in the kitchen.
Luckily, no one in the family seemed to put the name Nash together with the Nash Reilly from the Mavericks, but Dee did. There was a slight crease between her eyes as she drew her brows together, but I didn’t dare make eye contact. She could read me like a book and I didn’t have time for that today.
“They’re coming up with your bed,” Dad said. “Make sure you tell them where you want it.”
I wanted to laugh since the bedroom was small and there was really only one wall that would work.
“Once your dresser is up here, I’ll start putting away your clothes,” Dee said.
“Thanks.” I smiled at her and headed into the hallway to direct the movers. Sebastian and Felipe were also helping out since Sebastian’s friend ran the moving company. With two extra sets of hands, they would finish faster, which meant it would cost me less money. My family drove me crazy sometimes, but I was eternally grateful to have them. Otherwise, it probably would have been just me and Dee today, which was laughable. It would have taken us three years to get everything up the stairs.
“Whoever Nash is—” Sami said, trailing off to scowl down at the lamp she was carrying awkwardly in her arms. “I hope you don’t forgive him because if you get back together after we finish moving you in without his help, I’m going to give him a piece of my mind.”
I sighed. “We are definitely not getting back together.”