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He had them.
But now he was going to cancel them.
No.
My treat. But warning, first, you’re looking at a couch with me.
Oh yeah. She had to get rid of her fucking couch. Immediately.
What time?
1:00?
Tell me where and I’ll be there.
New Life Furniture in Chelsea. I’ll text their deets.
See you there.
After sending that, he left his desk to go tell Kayla, his assistant who dealt with his schedule (as well as travel plans, and a dozen other things), that she had to juggle his lunch.
* * *
With his bodyguardfor that day, Hudson, stopping just inside the door, Hale met Elsa inside the store, which had a showroom full of refurbished furniture and upcycled items.
He liked that was her pick in order to reuse something that shouldn’t be thrown away, and also because it was a local business. But he knew she shopped upcycled and bought local already from what she told him about the things at her place.
She was standing in front of a sofa that was covered in creamy pink bouclé, a line of buttons along the low back, and interesting arms with wood accents. He was no furniture expert, but he could see it was a mid-century design, and possibly Danish.
In other words, it was kickass.
But it wouldn’t be very comfortable.
“Hey,” he greeted when he got to her.
She stopped looking at the sofa to turn to him. When she saw him, she smiled brightly and tipped her head back, inviting his kiss, a gesture that struck him was growing familiar in a way he liked.
He accepted the invitation (something else he liked), and when he was lifting his head, she tossed a hand toward the couch. “I saw this on their website. It intrigued me. What do you think?”
“It’s fantastic, but I can’t fuck you on it.”
Her head twitched then she busted out laughing.
She then grabbed his arm with both hands and leaned into his side. “How tall are you? Six two? Six three?”
“Three.”
“My apartment won’t hold a couch that long, Hale.”
He pointed. “The wood on the arms will make them hard to relax against.”
“You can rest a pillow on them.”
“True. But it still won’t be comfortable.”
“Can I help you guys?”
A female associate had come up to them. She was Black, had natural hair that was a soft halo that grew out several inches in every direction and looked amazing. She was wearing a skintight, cropped turtleneck, a pair of baggy overalls, and you could see smooth brown flesh at her sides. And she had great earrings.
