“I get it. Let me go.”
He dropped Kyle, who rushed out the door in a flash.
The man turned to where I was shaking, practically clinging to the wall. He held out his hand to me. “I’m Jason, from Marshall’s Moving Company.”
I shook his hand and tried to fake a smile. Then I crumbled to the floor in tears.
“Hey, you’re alright now,” he said gently, dropping to a knee. He placed a hand on my shoulder, and his kindness made me cry even more. Reaching over to the bookshelf, he grabbed a box of tissues and handed it to me.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
“Does he have your new address?” Jason asked gently.
I shook my head. “No.”
“Good. I’m not letting you out of my sight until you’re safely in your new home. Alright?”
I dabbed at my eyes, looking up to the most gorgeous smile I’d ever seen. He wasn’t just a hunk, he was breathtaking. It was actually hard not to stare at him. Everything about him was relatively normal – medium short dark hair, slight scruff of beard, deep brown eyes. But he was just perfectly put together. And here I was, a gigant
ic mess on my worst day ever. Not that he’d care what his moving client looked like.
A tap at the open door made me jump, but he put his hand on my shoulder again. “That’s Steve, he’s my partner today. We’re going to get you out of here as fast as we can, okay?”
He went to the hall, muttering something to a smaller, but pretty solid looking guy with an almost military haircut. The new guy nodded.
“Are all of these boxes going?” Jason asked me.
“Yes.”
“Steve is going to start with those, and I’ll prep the furniture.”
“Okay.” My voice sounded so small. I hated being this fragile.
The two of them moved a bunch of boxes into the hall to make space, then Steve started moving them to the truck while Jason went through the apartment with me to see what else was going.
“Just the dining room table and chairs, those were my aunt’s. And the pine dresser in the bedroom, and the easy chair.”
He looked at me carefully. “That’s not a lot. Are you sure you’re taking everything that’s rightfully yours?”
“Yeah. I ordered a bunch of new stuff that’s supposed to be delivered tonight.”
He helped me pack my knickknacks and books as carefully as if it were the Queen’s china. I admired how efficient he was, always looking several moves ahead to see if anything could be streamlined. Jason was clever, and I admired that.
“Okay,” he said, standing up and looking around. “Anything else? Don’t play nice. If it’s yours, take it.”
I shook my head. “I need a fresh start, so I want to take as little as possible.”
Jason nodded. “As long as you’re sure. It sounds like you shouldn’t see him again.”
“Yeah. Hopefully.”
He gave me an odd look, then took a few more boxes out while Steve picked up the last two chairs.
I used the washroom quickly while they were gone, washing my face and trying to calm my puffy eyes. I couldn’t help brushing my hair and tying my ponytail again, trying to look as presentable as possible, even though that was ridiculous.
There was no way such a stunning hunk of a man would look at me twice. It was lovely that he was being sweet to me, but that was it. Even if I were in any state to begin dating already, I certainly wasn’t his type.
I knew I looked like a bigger girl than I actually was because my boobs are massive. My hips are also pretty curvy, but my waist and thighs are fairly medium. But shirts hang like a tent unless I’m wearing a perfectly fit three hundred dollar bra. Still, it stung when Kyle called me chunky. I had no idea why he always called me a whore when he was angry though. He knew that I had no experience with men beyond him.