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I went to the washing machine in the hallway and turned on the hot water before dumping the sheets inside.
“Let’s get the rest of your things.”
We walked out together and I spotted the old blue car. Inside were a couple of suitcases and a couple more boxes. I was glad I didn’t have a lot of furniture in the spare room.
“You still have this car?” I asked.
She wrinkled her nose and nodded. “It runs fine and I’d prefer not to have a payment until I have a decent job.”
I pulled open the back door and took out a suitcase. Emma grabbed its handle and start to pull the luggage to my downstairs apartment. I made quick work of getting the other one and bringing it in before we both came out to get the rest from the car.
I eyed the stuff taking up space in my tiny apartment and pushed away the thought that I was irritated. Greg would have my ass if I turned Emma away.
I told her that I was going to clean the room. I acknowledged I was a slob as I made it all fit and went back into the room to get it ready for her.
CHAPTER 3
EMMA
I put down my phone on the arm of the couch and thought back over the morning.
Being greeted by Jackson wrapped only in a small towel was funny, but it reminded me he had a hot body and that I still had some feelings for him. Feelings that I had tried to forget over the years he’d been away. He was hot as hell now and I felt every bit the teenager I was.
My eyes had roved over his muscled form in the doorway and I had tried hard not to giggle. I couldn’t help but look over his chiseled torso as he ran a hand through his hair, saying something under his breath.
When he’d said that he was going to get dressed, I almost told him not to.
Jackson was one of the most arrogant guys in school when I knew him before. He and Greg practically ran the place, making me glad I went to high school on my own most of the years that I was there. I still lived in my brother’s shadow, but I was a completely different person than him.
I was the shy, studious type. People would mention him to me, but I just lived my life differently than he did. I was surprised Greg chose working with numbers for a living after playing football for a few years.
I stood up and grabbed a bottle of water from the nearly empty fridge. I guess Jackson ate out a lot. I remembered his offer to take me to dinner and then go shopping. I smiled as I realized that he was trying to make up for the fact that he forgot I was coming today.
I heard him down the hall and wandered down there to see if he needed any help. I looked through the open door to see a bed and dresser inside the modestly sized bedroom.
Jackson gave me a wry smile. “Hey, I think that we can toss the sheets into the dryer and have this put together for you pretty quickly. What do you think?”
“It’s fine,” I assured him. “Thanks again for this.”
“It’s no problem. I can show you around and get you used to Nashville until you find something else.”
I wondered if he was looking forward to living alone again already as I watched him stuff some things into a duffel bag. I moved so he could get by. This apartment was going to feel small quickly.
“Why don’t we get your stuff in your new bedroom now.”
I started with my suitcase. I set it on the bed and started to unpack, as I felt someone watching me. I glanced up to see Jackson watching me as I held a couple of bras in my hand. I blushed immediately.
“Will this work for you, Em? We can get anything else that you need while we’re out.”
“It’ll do. I am just going to get some stuff unpacked and I’ll be out in a while,” I assured him.
He nodded and turned to go to the living room.
I had called my mom while Jackson was clearing out the room to tell her I made it safely, assuring her that he was expecting me, and everything was ready. She sounded relieved. I ended the call quickly as I felt bad about the white lie, but I didn’t want to worry them.
I called Willow next and she answered quickly.
“Long time, no chat! So, how was your ride?”
“It was good. Unfortunately, Jackson wasn’t ready for me when I arrived,” I kept my voice low as I spoke, hanging up some shirts.
“What did you do?”
“I offered to get a hotel, but Jackson refused.”
