“There’s more,” I say and sit next to her.
“More? Beck, you didn’t need to even buy me this. Actually, this is a great way to segue this conversation into what happened yesterday.”
“Okay, and I promise we can talk about it, but let me share this with you first.”
Her eyes search mine, and instead of arguing, she nods. “Okay, go.”
“Even though you reorganized my entire house in an attempt to get under my skin,” she wrinkles her nose with a small smile, “my house looks amazing, and everything is organized beautifully. I think you should turn that into a real job, start your own business. I even found you your first client. It’s Graham. He still isn’t unpacked, and he hates the idea of putting everything away. Shoot, last time I was at his house, he only had one set of utensils out of the box. He wants you to get him a quote.”
The smile that was just brightening her face falls, and she stares at me.
Shit. That was too much. I came off too strong. Hell, now that I think about it, I basically made it seem like she was going to do this when it’s really only an idea in my head.
After what feels like an eternity passes and she hasn’t said a word, I clear my throat. “Shit. I’m sorry. I… you wanted to talk about last night.”
Her mouth opens, but she closes it without a word.
My instinct tells me to just get up and go—go anywhere else. But the other half of me says that’s a dick move to leave her here before she’s had a chance to say anything.
Luckily for me, she doesn’t make me wait much longer.
“You… you bought me a planner and got me a job organizing someone’s apartment.” It’s not a question. It’s a statement. She looks at the clock on the wall and back to me. “It’s not even noon.”
I rub the back of my neck and nod. “Yeah, I…”
“Thank you!” she exclaims and leaps toward me, wrapping her arms around me. She squeezes me tight for a brief moment before releasing me and pressing her lips to mine. “Thank you.”
We kiss one more time before she gets up.
“Wait,” I call out. “Where are you going?”
“To start a business,” she says with a wink and disappears down the steps.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CALLA
Very few things shock me anymore. But let me tell you, Beck Robertson just blew my mind.
I’d stayed up way too late last night thinking. By the time I fell asleep, I’d decided that my focus needed to be on a job and a place to live, not obsessing over whether Beck somehow magically felt the same way I did after one moment together.
As soon as I was awake and showered this morning, I’d gone upstairs to find him. To talk about yesterday and to tell him that it’s probably best we just forget about it and go on with our lives. As friends. Yep, I had the whole “let’s just be friends” speech ready to go. Then I panicked and left. I drove around for an hour trying to put my thoughts together.
But then, oh my gosh, he came home today, and… just wow.
He bought me a planner and he got me a job. Beck paid enough attention to me since I’ve moved in to see how much I enjoy organizing and moving things around to find their perfect spot. He legit had the same exact thought I did about making this into a business. Here I thought he was… it doesn’t matter. I was wrong.
I settle onto my bed, legs crossed with my laptop in front of me and planner in my lap. Three pens to my left in purple, black, and blue. I have the website up for starting a business in Wyoming. First, I just need—
“Calla,” Beck’s voice comes through my door after a single knock.
I jump up and open it, and his eyes roam slowly to take me in. I’ve got on a plain black shirt and shorts, so my legs and arms are all the skin he gets. After yesterday, I know how quickly things can escalate.
“I just wanted to say that I’m going to be writing in my office for a bit, and if you want a place to sit that isn’t your bed, you’re welcome to use the other half of my desk.”
Oh lordy. Why is he so cute?
“You want me to come work with you in your office?”
