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Chapter 16
Izzie
Rushing into work, there are a million things on my mind. So much stuff is going on right now—dealing with the termite people, living with Brady, and trying to take care of Liam in the middle of this mess.
As I dash through the hallways of the stadium to my office, I nod and smile as I pass everyone, hoping they don’t notice my tardiness. Yes, I’m only fifteen minutes late, but for me, that’s, like, an eternity. I’m usually always thirty minutes early, sometimes more.
Reaching my office, I collapse into my seat as if I‘d just ran a marathon. I already have a mountain of work to do, and I still have to call the exterminators.
And yet, why do I still have flashes of Brady’s sweaty body in my head?
God, I need a lobotomy.
There’s way too much going on for me to get sidetracked over some immature attraction, which, once again, isgrossbecause he’s ajerk.
A really nice, generous jerk, though...with the softest sheets…
But, seriously, I can’t lose track of what I need to get done. I get the termite people on the phone.
“Hey, it’s Isabella Williams from yesterday. I’m just calling to see if you guys can still fumigate my house?”
“Yep, hey.” The guy’s voice is smooth and breezy like he just finished catching a few waves. “We’re confirmed. I’m sending out my guys to go there next week.”
My whole body convulses.
“Wait,next week?”
“Yep, that’s when I have you on the schedule,” he says, so oblivious and calm.
“No, I need someone to come overthisweek.” My face is burning with so much anger right now, I feel like I need to undress.
And now Brady’s in my head again.Great...just freakin’ great.
“Oh, no, that’s impossible. We’re booked for the rest of this week.” The man on the phone is completely unaware of the emotional breakdown happening on the other end of the phone.
“So there’snothingyou can do?” It’s times like this where I really try to fully take advantage of thewoman in distressstereotype. “It’s really important for you to come to my place as soon as possible.”
“Yeah, sorry.” The man is impenetrable to my womanly wiles. “There’s just no way we can do it any earlier than next week.”
I silently scream to myself and then take a deep breath.
“So after you guys come over to fumigate, how early can I expect to be back in my house?”
“Hmmm,” the man ponders, “probably three weeks from now.”
My body convulses again. If I keep this up, someone’s going to call an exorcist.
“Threeweeks?” So I’ll be living with Brady for almost a whole month. This can’t be happening. It’s like my worst nightmare come to life.
Or my best fantasy?
Ugh, shut up, Izzie!My brain sees a sweaty Brady, and suddenly, it can’t function anymore.
“Yeah, sorry about that, but that’s standard procedure.” The man still sounds as calm as a monk. “After we fumigate, we’ll need to tent the house for a week. And because I hear you have a young son, it’ll probably be best for you to wait another week before you move back in.”
“Yes, he's actually my nephew,” I correct. “But yeah, I get it.”
“Once again, I’m sorry we can’t be out earlier, but we’ll definitely be there next week to get the whole process started. Got any other questions?”
