Page 5 of 5+Us Makes Seven
“And you’ve been waiting how long?”
“A week,” I said.
“Girl, we could’ve rented a damn truck and gotten your shit ourselves.”
“I know. But I figured I’d splurge a little bit and have someone do all the heavy lifting for me. But now I’m regretting it.”
“Because your shit isn’t here yet?”
“Because none of the job applications I’ve put in have landed yet,” I said.
“Well keep putting them in. If you send me a copy I’ll put it in for you as well. Twice the work in the same amount of time. And until your furniture comes, you’re staying with me.”
“You live in a studio apartment.”
“On my couch,” she said. “Unless you wanna cuddle in my full-sized bed.”
“No, thanks. No telling what’s gone on in that bed this past year.”
“Relatively little, believe it or not.”
“Oh, so your love life’s as boring as mine now? I never thought I’d see the day,” I said with a grin.
My cell phone rang as Emma passed me the wine. I took a couple of gulps before I handed it back to her, then pulled it out of my pocket. It was my cousin calling. Though he was really more like a brother. I smiled as I saw Logan’s name pop up and I pressed the green button to take his call.
“Better late than never,” I said.
“Sorry. I know you’ve been in town for a few days now, but things at the company are insane right now,” he said.
“Hard being an equal business partner. How’s the world of marketing treating you?” I asked.
“Better than you’d expect. Listen, if you’re interested, I have an interview for a nannying position set up for you at ten tomorrow morning.”
“Seriously?” I asked.
“A single dad with three kids. Needs some serious help. It’s a full-time position. Great pay. Enough for you to take out your own health insurance and stuff. If you haven't already found a job.”
“Actually, no. I haven’t, if you can believe that. I’ve been applying for the better part of a week and no one’s even hit me up to tell me they got my resume,” I said.
“Well, that’s bullshit and you don’t have to worry anymore. I have the interview set up at the office in the morning, but I’m pretty sure you’ve got the job. Come in with your resume and you’ll be interviewing with Carter.”
“Wait… Carter Carter? Like, your business partner, Carter?” I asked. “He has kids?”
“Are you coming in for the interview or not? I swear, the two of you ask questions like I’m some kind of go-to guy.”
“Sorry. Yes, I’ll be there. Can you send me the address of your office in case I can’t remember how to get to it?”
“I’ll send it over. And after the interview we could get some lunch. How’s that sound? I wanna hear all about Africa.”
I felt a lump rise in my throat as I closed my eyes.
“Sounds good,” I said.
“Great. See you then.”
“See you then,” I said.
“So… what was that about?” Emma asked.