She poked his flat abs. “You’re on.”
“Sleep well.” He pulled the front door open and started down the stairs.
“You too.” Megan locked the door and leaned against it. Regardless of what she’d told Ean, she would dream of him. Hopefully, she’d have many more opportunities on which to base her dreams . . . even long after he’d left Trinity Falls.
CHAPTER 17
“Does Quincy know you’re his new neighbor?” Darius grunted.
Ean glanced briefly at his friend as Darius helped him carry his black leather sofa into the tan-and-white living room of his new town house Friday afternoon.
“I didn’t tell him.” Ean wiped the sweat from his brow and straightened away from the furniture. It looked good in its new surroundings. What was even better, he’d only had to keep the furniture he’d brought from New York in storage for just over a month.
“Are you going to tell him?” Darius dropped onto the sofa.
“I’m sure we’ll run into each other sooner or later.” Ean sank onto the sofa’s other end.
He and Darius had been working, more or less nonstop, since seven o’clock that morning. It was close to lunchtime, and they were almost done.
Darius rolled his head on the sofa’s back to face Ean. “What are you going to say to him when that happens?”
Ean swung his right ankle onto his left knee. “It’s not as though Trinity Falls has a lot of housing options.”
“That’s true. You had only two choices—my condo development, where there’s no drama, and Quincy’s townhome complex, where you’ll have nothing but drama.”
Ean spread his arms. “What’s he going to do? Have the management office kick me out because I broke up with the woman he’s in love with?”
Darius shook his head. “It would go better if you confront the situation, instead of waiting for Quincy to trip over you.”
“I’ll take that under advisement.” Ean stood. “We’re almost done. Let’s get the rest of the stuff so we could finish before lunch.”
Darius pushed himself off the sofa. “Now remind me again how this works? I take the day off from work to help you move your stuff, and you take Megan to dinner. Do I have that right?”
Ean ignored Darius’s tone. “Who helped you move in and out of your dorm every year?”
“That was ten years ago.”
“My back has never been the same.” Ean led Darius outside to the driveway and well-manicured lawn. “But what are friends for?”
“I could at least get an invitation to dinner.”
“Three’s a crowd.”
“Has anyone told Ramona you’ve moved?” Darius bent his knees to lift his end of the coffee table.
Ean carried the table’s other end. “I’m not worried about Ramona.”
Darius grunted. “Maybe you should be.”
As he guided Darius back into the town house, he wondered whether his friend was right.
When Ean opened his front door later that afternoon, he found his mother on his doorstep.
Doreen lifted the bag of fast food and a drink carrier with two containers. “I come bearing gifts. Have you eaten?”
With a grin, Ean stepped back to allow his mother to enter. “Perfect timing.” He locked the door behind her before escorting her farther into his new home.
Doreen slowed to consider the newly furnished living room. The black leather sofa’s dominance was rivaled only by the large flat-screen black television.