In fact, I’d been searching for a month and had come up with nothing.
He saw my hesitation and grinned. “You can have the mother-in-law suite for the same price that you were paying before you moved in here.”
I would rather pay the extra hundred and fifty bucks.
But, since he was the one who screwed me over, I had good reason to take it for that price.
“Fine,” I replied stiffly. “I’ll take it.”
“Good.” He paused. “It really was nothing, honey.”
I didn’t care.
Not anymore.
I ran my fingers over the back of my neck.
“Teller,” I muttered softly. “You and I were already drifting apart as it was. There was a reason you kissed her, and even if you weren’t going to do anything with her, you did that. And people that love someone else don’t just kiss other people.”
Teller didn’t have anything to say, because he knew I was right.
I would’ve been more upset about my boyfriend kissing another woman, and not about how I no longer had anywhere to live, if I’d loved him like I should have.
Which he damn well knew.
“The keys are still the same,” he said instead of addressing what I’d just said. “You can have whatever furniture the last tenants left behind.”
Probably shit furniture. Because people didn’t leave behind good shit.
Which meant I’d have to get rid of it.
Which also meant that I’d have to ask him to help me.
I didn’t say ‘thank you’ because we both knew that I wasn’t getting anything out of that.
Instead, I turned my back on him and walked out the door. “Bye, Teller.”
“Bye.”
The first person I called when I walked out the door was my adoptive brother’s wife, Davina.
Davina was a gorgeous brunette, with flowing brown hair that came down to her ass, brown eyes that looked like caramel and hot chocolate, and skin that was bronze all year long. She also had the most beautiful, curvy body that a woman could ever want.
Then there was me.
I was ice blonde with long hair down to about mid-back, it was curly as fuck, and half the time decided to be curly, while the other time it decided it liked being one with the frizz.
I had a muscular body and no ass, with barely any tits to speak of.
But, like I liked to tell everyone that commented on my lack of ass, the reason it was so small was because my thighs were just that big.
They were thick with muscle, and every single woman that worked out near me always commented on them.
What they did not comment on was my ass.
Because I didn’t have one.
No matter how hard I tried to build it up.
“Tell me you got your computer,” Davina pleaded.
I laughed. “I got my computer. He also let me have my old apartment back.”
“Ugh,” Davina scoffed. “I would rather you live here.”
“You might,” I agreed. “But Anderson wouldn’t.”
Anderson and Teller Kincaid had been good friends. They’d both been in the law enforcement community and had known each other before Davina and I came along.
We’d gone out on a double date, and things had just meshed from there.
And, until about six months ago, things had been going great.
Then Teller started to change, and I started to not like that change, and we’d grown apart.
Now, Anderson was in a precarious position with allowing me to stay with them, even though his best friend had been dumped.
“You’re right,” she agreed. “But he also understands that if he wants some happy, he’ll allow you to stay on my couch as long as I want.”
I snorted. “I’m coming home to get my stuff and then running past Walmart to get an air mattress. Then I’ll be heading back to the apartment.” I paused. “I might ask if Anderson will help get some of the old tenant’s shit out, though. If he doesn’t help, I’ll have to ask Teller.”
“He’ll help,” she assured me.
I sighed. “Thank you.”
“Do you want to go to Bubba’s tonight for a drink?” she asked. “Just us?”
I thought about that. “Sure.”
• • •
SHINE
“You have got to be shitting me.”
I felt the headache that I’d been able to keep at bay by sheer force of will start to throb at the woman’s voice.
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” I admitted. “But Lindy, I’m tired. I don’t want to do this right now.”
“Well, then you should’ve found another way to your room,” she snapped.
Maybe I fucking should have.
Living in a house that you shared with your ex-girlfriend was strange.
But, since the housing situation was the way it was in our small town, I’d had no other recourse but to stay. Or be homeless.
I could stay with my sister, of course, in one of her cabins, but those bitches raked in a thousand dollars a month, and there was no way that I was taking that income out of her hands.