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He lowers his eyes and increases the distance between us with a small step. โSure.โ A genuine smile softens the hard corners of his lips, and he has the cheekbones that can sell designer jeans. His dark hazel eyes twinkle with flecks of gray. Damn, heโs good-looking. I take a deep breath and ignore the pounding in my chest. His smile makes me nervous.
I tug at one end of the couch. It is made of genuine leather with a heavy wooden frame. โIs it okay if I ask my friend to come in here to help me? Sheโll be careful, I swear.โ There is no way that I can move everything by myself.
โIโll give you a hand.โ He rolls up his sleeves and reveals tanned, muscular arms. I watch as he bends down and embraces one end of the couch. I stare at the sinews and tendons on his arms bulge with masculine strength, and I wonder how a pair of arms can look so sexy.
โLift with your legs. Not so fast. Okay, now go faster.โ I bite down on my lower lip as I try to follow exactly what he says. I am backing up while he moves forward, so I have to rely on his instructions to tell me where to go. โWatch your feet. Follow my lead. To the right. My right. The other right. Are you lifting with your legs?โ I turn scarlet as I try to keep up with his deluge of verbal orders. My hands slip and I give him a warning grunt to stop so that I can adjust my grip.
โLift with your legs,โ he barks at me again, so I wince and adjust the positions of my hands.
Meghanโs eyes widen as she watches the two of us carry the couch from the house into the back of my truck. His brows raise at the sight of my beat-up truck, and I think he just upgraded his opinion of me from โidiotโ to โdestitute.โ
I ignore the look in his eyes. The truck works perfectly fine despite how it looks.
โHere, I can help you guys load.โ He ignores Meghanโs offer to help and loads the couch, four chairs, the dining room table, and a small study lamp into the truck by himself. Placing each item in just the right way, he quickly makes sure everything fits perfectly. He even pulls out the length of rope I left in the truck bed and secures everything.
โThank you so much for giving me the furniture and helping me load. I honestly donโt know what to say. This is so generous of you, I really appreciate everything you have done for me. I donโt have any money, but is there anything I can do for you?โ I ask him and blush.
He chuckles without malice, but I can tell that he is thinking dismissively that there is nothing someone like me can do for him. His shoes cost more than my car.
โWell.โ I can hear Meghan impatiently tapping her foot next to me. โThanks anyways,โ I say before hitting the gas pedal and slamming my truck into his garage door. It breaks into two.
โWhy are you always so stubborn? Why are you always like this?โ Meghan shouts at me right before I park the truck next to our apartment. โJust let me loan you the money. I know that youโll pay me back.โ
โYou need the money more than I do. Youโre still in school,โ I retort.
โBut Iโll be working soon and make real money.โ She points out.
โYou wonโt make much as a first-year nurse.โ I counter. โAnd you still have your student loans.โ
โIโll make more than a barista.โ
I ignore her and descend the stairs leading to my underground home.
โMom!โ I call out before entering our basement apartment. โWeโre back.โ The dank air hits me in the face as soon as I open the door at the base of the stairs.
I catch my momโs frail figure, sitting in her wheelchair and slumping over the sink. She is scrubbing a few dirty dishes that I left earlier. โWhat are you doing? You need to rest.โ I chastise her softly. โI can do these.โ
Even at almost fifty, Mom is still a beautiful woman. She has ashen blonde hair, a pert nose, and big pale blue eyes. Unlike her, I have dark hair and a stocky frame that I got from my father. She drops the dish sponge into the sink and wipes her long fingers on the wool fabric that wraps around her frail, immobile legs. She gives me an apologetic smile. โI was just looking for something to do.โ
I pull her wheelchair away out of the kitchen like a baby in a stroller. โYou just recovered from the flu. You should stay in bed.โ Mom gets sick about ten times a year. I canโt risk having her going to the ER again. I also canโt afford it.
โIโm not an invalid, my dear.โ
Meghan gives her a hug as soon as she enters. โHow did it go?โ Mom asks the both of us.
I flash her a quick smile that I hope looks genuine. โI got a huge haul.โ
Meghan shuffles her feet and gives me a knowing look, and I am thankful that she knows when to keep her mouth shut. I donโt even know how I am going to come up with the money to pay for the broken garage door. I donโt want Mom to know or worry about it.
โThatโs wonderful.โ Mom clasps her hands together and smiles. Meghan gives her a sheepish smile and helps me move all the furniture into our tiny studio apartment. It has never been so packed with furniture. I can barely squeeze myself between the couch and one of the dining room chairs. We have lived here for five
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