Page 97 of Broken Wheels
“Er, Doc? Many moving companies need you to schedule well in advance.”
Josh frowned. “But I don’t want to wait.”
Dixon smiled. “Relax, Doc. We can figure this out. We have options. First off, we can rely on friends and coworkers. I’ve already spoken with Michael and Gary. They said Michael would be more than happy to help facilitate the move, if we wanted. We could ply our coworkers with pizza and beer, and Michael said because you were moving into CrossBow permanently, they could do it on the clock.”
Suddenly this move had gotten really complicated.
The last thing Dix wanted, especially since Doc was supposed to be resting, was for him to be stressing over a move. He wished he could go to Doc’s place—his old place—and pack the stuff up to surprise him, but he knew how he’d feel if someone went into his space and pawed at things he didn’t want anyone else to see.
“I don’t want anyone to be put out,” Doc complained.
“Okay, another option would be for you to contact your lawyer and give him a list of things you need brought over right away. Then I could go over and get it all, and during the course of the next week, we could move things a bit at a time. This’ll give you a chance to see where you want to put your stuff. There’s a large room that I thought would make a great office for you, if you were interested.”
Doc’s lips twitched. “I have a lab, remember?” He sighed. “I just don’t want this to be a big production, that’s all.” He bit his lip. “Maybe asking the people at CrossBow for help would be the best bet. I mean, they know you, so it’s not like you’re asking strangers for help.” Doc cocked his head to one side. “What kind of beer do you think we should offer? I want it to be something that makes moving me worthwhile.”
Dix chuckled. “They’ll do it for whatever swill we offer them.”
Doc widened his eyes. “As if I’d provide swill. I could have a chef put together some pizzas.”
Dix knew he’d do it. Doc would go over and above to show his appreciation. “How about we talk to the cafeteria? I know they’d kill to try out some new recipes on willing subjects.”
A faint frown creased Doc’s brow. “Is it really okay to ask them?”
“It is. I’ll take care of it.” He kissed Doc, knowing full well he could do this every day for the rest of his life. “Is that how you want to proceed?”
Doc gave an emphatic nod. “Yes.”
“Then I’ll handle it all. You rest up here so they don’t have reason to keep you.”
“My keys are hanging on a hook in my lab.” He frowned. “I think.”
A full belly laugh rolled out of Dix. “No, you left them by the coffeemaker last time you came in. I put them in your nightstand so they wouldn’t get lost.”
Dix couldn’t wait to get started. Doc had quite a collection of stuff, but they had lots of hands, so it wouldn’t take forever.
The idea he’d just had might take a little longer to organize, however.
Gary and Michael were on their way back to CrossBow after picking up Doc, and Dix was nervous as hell. Because once they arrived, Doc was moving in with him officially. The guys who’d turned up to help Dix move a lot of Josh’s stuff had done a fantastic job, but after he’d seen the number of boxes, Dix realized his rooms were inadequate. Fortunately, Gary had made a suggestion that solved the problem, and Dix couldn’t wait to see Doc’s face.
Two surprises in one day. Doc is gonna freak.
The door swung open and Dixon tensed. Please let him love it.
“Dixon?” Michael called out.
“Be right there.” He hurried to the door and found Gary with his hands over Doc’s eyes. “What’s going on?”
Gary huffed. “It’s a surprise, isn’t it?”
“What surprise?” Doc asked. “I didn’t agree to a surprise.” Gary pulled his hands away, and he gasped. “This isn’t your room.”
Dix grinned. “No getting anything past you, is there?” They stood in one of the grand suites that were normally reserved for VIP guests. Gary was only too happy to move them into one, which would give them double the room, almost four thousand square feet. Boxes filled the living room, both Doc’s and his own, waiting to be placed in rooms.
“Is this ours?” Doc asked, his eyes huge.
“If you want it. I thought we’d need more space than my room allowed, especially after I saw all the stuff brought over from your old place. If you don’t like it?—”
“I love it.” Doc’s eyes sparkled. “It’s big enough to play naked hide and seek in.”