Page 25 of Hurry Up And Wait

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Page 25 of Hurry Up And Wait

“So, what are we doing this morning?”

I shrugged. “Garage sales? Flea market?”

“We could go to a shop like a normal person.”

“Yes, but normal people don’t find these awesome pieces like we do.”

She sighed heavily. “You know, just for once, it would be nice to not have to lug a piece of furniture away from a flea market.”

“You know you love it just as much as I do. Remember the blue table? That was an amazing piece.”

“That you left behind for Shawn to have,” she pointed out.

“Well, he liked it too. I wouldn’t have been happy with it knowing how much joy he got when we shared it.”

“I still think we should go to Ikea or Pottery Barn.”

I gasped, flicking her for saying such cruel words. “How dare you? You want to bring pieces like that into our new old house?”

She groaned, thunking her head against the swing. “I just don’t want to have to work up a sweat moving furniture today.”

I didn’t either, but I wasn’t about to tell her that. She’d never let me hear the end of it. I let my gaze roam over the other houses on the street. It was really quiet this morning, and from what I saw yesterday, it was pretty dull around here, which suited me fine.

“Do you see that gray car down the street?” Riley asked.

I followed her gaze. “Yeah, what about it?”

“It was there yesterday, too.”

Rolling my eyes, I shot her an incredulous look. “A car parked in a residential area? What kind of insanity is that?”

“No, I’m serious. It was idling by the curb last night.” She nodded her head back at it. “And it’s idling now.”

“And your point being?”

“Well…it’s weird. Someone’s just sitting there.”

“Maybe it’s a man waiting on a woman to finish her hair,” I snorted.

“Maybe…” But she didn’t sound convinced.

I glanced back at the car, surprised when it suddenly pulled into the street and turned around, driving away.

“Okay, that’s odd. It’s like whoever was in the car knew we were watching.”

“See? I told you I wasn’t imagining things.”

“That or it was a man who decided it wasn’t worth it to wait while his woman put on her makeup.”

“Somehow, I doubt that was the case.”

Either way, the car was gone now. Not that it mattered, anyway. It had nothing to do with us. We only moved here yesterday and that wasn’t nearly enough time to gain a stalker.

Unless it was Kavanaugh. I’d gladly take him as a stalker.

“I know that smile on your face,” Riley grinned. “Thinking about Kavanaugh?”

“Maybe.”




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