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“Don’t worry. I think things will be a bit calmer while you’re around,” Detroit said.
“I don’t want everyone to have to change their lives because of me, though,” I said as the elevator stopped, and Detroit pulled up the door.
“Trust me, they could use a small party detox,” he told me as he led me out into the hall.
“Okay. Your room is the last one in this direction,” he said, walking down the long hallway of doors on either side. “This is me,” he said, jerking his head toward the door right beside mine. “And that,” he said, motioning across the hall, “is the bathroom.”
A bathroom.
With a door.
And a lock.
And no one potentially walking in on me.
I would never again take that for granted.
“Oh, wow,” I said as Detroit moved in, so I could see the room. “Oh, my God. I think my entire apartment could fit into this room,” I said, turning in a circle.
It was empty, which was probably adding to it feeling so massive. There were big windows that looked out onto Shady Valley, letting in a ton of light, even when it was dreary out.
The only furniture in the room was a black metal framed queen-sized bed, a long white dresser, one nightstand with a gold lamp, and a little desk under the windows.
Detroit’s gaze was fixed on that desk.
“What is it?” I asked.
“I think Coach made that for you,” he said, brows drawn down.
“The desk?” I clarified, sure I misunderstood.
“Yeah. He was making something outside yesterday, but I didn’t know what it was for. He’s always making things. Guess he made you a desk.”
“He made me a desk?” I asked, feeling those damn tears sting my eyes again.
It wasn’t overly fancy, but it had delicate rounded edges, and an open shelf underneath for storing things, and was stained an antique white shade.
“Think he did,” Detroit said, nodding.
“God, I’m never going to be able to make this up to everyone,” I said, blinking rapidly.
“Hey,” Detroit said after depositing my bags down on the desk and floor, then reaching out to snag my chin, drawing it up.
Yeah.
He did thething.
Thatthingthat is in all romance novels and movies and in the hearts of all women.
He did the thing.
And some part of me completely melted at his firm fingers on my chin.
“You don’t owe any of us anything,” he said, head ducked, keeping intense eye contact. “Okay?”
“Okay,” I agreed as my heart started doing this crazy little shuffle in my chest.
“Okay,” he agreed, dropping my chin, and there was no accounting for the surge of disappointment that coursed through me right then. “I’m gonna let you settle in,” he said, waving around. “Do whatever you want to make it homey. I’m gonna get food started,” he told me, grabbing the bag full of fridge items he’d brought up, so he could go put them away.
