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“Nice color,” Kristen said as she sat beside me.
“Isn’t it? Patricia hates gray.” I smirked. “She says it’s the worst color in the world and is a reflection of the person who chooses to decorate in such a drab, boring color.”
“Then it’s the perfect color for your apartment.” She grabbed hold of my hand.
“May I make a suggestion?” Heath asked.
“Of course, Heath. Suggest away.” I smiled as I took a sip from my glass.
“Follow me.”
Kristen and I got up from the couch and followed him over to a display where a dark red chaise lounge sat.
“Oh. I love this,” I said as I ran my hand along the fabric.
“Isn’t it fabulous? Envision it next to the gray couch you were looking at. And right over here, we have this lovely red square cocktail ottoman you can use as a coffee table.”
“Perfect. Sold, Heath.” I grinned. “Now I need a TV. I’ll be hanging it on the wall.”
“Our TV selection is over this way.” He waved.
After picking out my living room furniture, dining table, and some lamps, Kristen and I headed over to the bedroom sets. There was one bed that caught my attention very quickly. It was an upholstered sleigh bed in a color called gunmetal. While Kristen was looking at another bedroom set with Heath, I made myself comfortable across the bed.
“Excellent choice,” Heath spoke as he walked over. “This is our new Bombay collection that just arrived a few days ago.”
Kristen laid down next to me, and we stared at the ceiling.
“This would be the perfect bed to fuck in.” She smiled as she looked over at me.
Suddenly, visions of my and Drew’s night together filled my mind.
“It would be. Too bad it won’t be getting any action.”
“Maybe not with two people, but maybe with one.” She laughed.
“True. Very true, dear sister.”
Heath cleared his throat to alert us that he could hear our conversation. Getting up from the bed, I placed my hand on his chest.
“Don’t feel sorry for me, Heath. It’s my own choice.”
As I was paying for my new furniture, my phone rang, and it was Kellan.
“Hey, I can’t wait to show you my new apartment.”
“I can’t come to New York this weekend, Jilly.”
“Why?” I whined.
“My mom is having surgery tomorrow, and my dad is on a business trip over in London.”
“Is she okay?”
“She’s having her breast implants taken out. Both of them are leaking and need to come out as soon as possible. So, I have to take care of her until my dad can get back home.”
“Okay. Give your mom a huge hug and kiss from me, and I hope she recovers quickly. Maybe you can come the following weekend.”
“I’m already planning on it. Love you, Bean.”
