He’s not wrong, and I should definitely tell her about me moving back to Manhattan. Staying here in Wyoming doesn’t make sense for me. Manhattan has a job for me. A job I want. The money it comes with is a great perk for me, Syd, and the baby. It’s money that could take care of us. Yeah, I have access to a trust fund now, but more money never hurt anyone. But I don’t imagine she’s going to jump at the chance to leave her family and move across the country with me.
Unless . . . maybe if I show her what it can be like, she’ll be open to coming with me.
Yeah, I’ll do that. That’s easy and a benefit of having money. I’ll need to do it slowly, though. In a way that helps but isn’t too flashy. I don’t think flashy is Syd’s way.
“Anything else you want to talk about?” Tripp asks, adding more weight to the bar.
“Nope.”
“Okay, let’s get this over with.”
We trade off on sets and finish quickly.
I shower and head home with a mental checklist on how I can show Syd that living in Manhattan would be perfect for us.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sydney
This last week has been one of the most relaxing weeks of my life. Like the bed, it’s not something I’m willing to admit to Mark. After it took him a few tries to get me in here, the last thing I want is for him to gloat about it.
I smile. He would gloat, and he’d probably be cute about it too.
“What the hell is that?” June asks, pulling up a seat at the kitchen table. Earlier this week, we tried to reserve a computer cubicle in the library for today, but they were full. I mentioned the issue to Mark yesterday and woke up to this brand-new rose gold MacBook.
I like it.
I hate that I like it.
This isn’t permanent, Sydney.
But it’s nice. So nice.
“It’s a computer,” I answer.
“Is it yours?”
I shake my head. “No.”
He wouldn’t just buy me a computer. I’m sure it’s his and he doesn’t need it.
Right, because Mark’s go-to laptop choice would be rose gold.
I would have asked him, but he wasn’t here when I found it. He was next door, like he is most mornings, having coffee with the famous Ms. Coraline.
I’d love to join them, but Mark hasn’t invited me yet. I mean, technically, he’s there and back before I even wake up, so I haven’t exactly given him a chance.
Then, while I was in the shower this morning, he left a note saying he was running errands and that he would be back later this afternoon. Errands. What errands could he possibly have to run that wouldn’t have him back till the afternoon?
Not that I need him here or anything.
“Log into it then.” June pushes the computer directly in front of me.
I shake the mouse, and sure enough, the name on the screen is mine.
“I mean . . . that’s weird.”
“Weird that you’ve been here a week and Mark bought you a brand-new computer? Weirder things have happened to you.”
