Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 115618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
I shrug. “I don’t know. Everyone has so much going on in their lives. Cammie and Cade are planning their wedding. Jackson got a promotion. Marlow . . . well, Marlow is Marlow. And you’re always so busy. I didn’t want to burden you guys with my problems.”
“You’re the least burdensome person I know. You can always talk to me.” He looks at me, and we exchange a grin.
“Trust me, it wasn’t my first choice, but I don’t have any other options, Rad. It’s move back to Austin or sleep in a box outside the bakery. And while I have an unhealthy addiction to chocolate croissants, I think I’d prefer a bed and roof.”
A storm creeps over his features as he pilots us in and out of a line of traffic.
“I’ll miss you guys,” I say. “I’ll miss teasing you about your awards, our weekly dinners with the gang, and the seasons actually changing, unlike in Texas.” Fidgeting with the strap of my bag, I continue, “Cammie’s wedding drama and Marlow’s life drama.” I laugh, hoping it blocks the lump settling in my throat. “But we’ll figure it out. Right?”
He doesn’t say anything and just concentrates on the road.
Anxiety begins to bubble in my stomach as the realization that this is one of the last times I’ll see Rad and one of the last days of life as I know it. “I’ll be fine,” I say, trying to talk myself out of panicking. “I just worry about my clients. I hope someone takes their cases that loves them like I do and—Rad!”
I slam forward against my seat belt as the car stops on a dime.
Rad twists in his seat to face me. “Move in with me.” The on-the-fly offer feels too spontaneous in the moment, but when he starts driving again, he leaves it out there to linger between us.
“What are you talking about, Rad?”
He doesn’t pause to second-guess his decision. Instead, he says, “I have an extra room for when my mom comes into the city. She only stays overnight a few times a year.”
My head spins as I try to absorb what he’s saying.
Move in with him? With Rad?
There are so many things to say, to ask, to think about, but all I can focus on is logistics. “Where will she stay if I’m there?” I ask.
“She can sleep in my room, and I’ll take the couch. It’s not an issue. I work a lot of late nights—”
“Too many.”
“You work a lot, sometimes on the weekend. We’d hardly see each other.”
“Are you being for real right now? This isn’t a joke, right?”
He chuckles. “It’s not a joke. It’s a real offer.”
His sincerity is overwhelming. He means it.
I force a swallow.
“If you’re being serious . . .” I swallow again. “If I did this, it would be temporary, obviously. I would look every day for something affordable and would move out as soon as I can.”
“There would be no rush.”
Not what I was expecting.
I look out the window. Could this work out? Could I live with Rad? The mere thought gives me chills . . . and hope. “It could be fun, right?” I ask, our eyes meeting when he stops at the corner of his street. That gleam that shone on his watch reaches his eyes even though no signs are reflected this time. Earnestness softens that pesky, and sexy, line between his brows.
The architecture changes in this part of the city, mingling old with new so seamlessly. Potted trees with fairy lights anchor the entrances to prewar buildings with doormen in uniforms under each awning ready to perform.
I can imagine what the rest of our friends will say when—if—Rad tells them he offered to let me stay with him. They’d go berserk if I turn him down and throw out a million reasons for why this is a perfect solution. They’ll beg me to stay. Especially Marlow.
We probably won’t see each other much with his schedule and social calendar and my late nights and emergency weekend appointments.
It could work.
Maybe.
I’m suddenly realizing that I don’t want to be responsible for breaking up the group. Those five people have my back. It’s only a temporary solution, but one that keeps me near these people I care about so much.
I study him, searching his eyes for a truth he can’t hide. To my relief, I can’t find a lie. “Are you sure?”
He nods before easing off the brake. “Positive.” He taps the steering wheel momentarily. “You still have your job, right?”
“Yes. I considered transferring.”
“Then stay. With me.”
Though I’m not sure this is the right thing to do, I take a deep breath and take the chance. “Then it’s a yes from me, but I promise not to overstay my welcome. This will give me more time to find a new place to live instead of moving back in with my family.”