AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“They did. I’m so blessed and happy I moved here. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have met the love of my life and become a mother to this sweet girl.” She smiled at Ella. “I also wouldn’t have had these little peanuts.”
“You seem like you have a great life.” A smile crossed my lips. “Piper, I’m ready to try on that dress and these few things.”
“Excellent. Follow me.”
CHAPTER 7
Claire
I spent more money at Piper’s boutique than I should have, but it couldn’t be helped. Her shop had the cutest clothes. As I was grabbing my bags from my car, Nick pulled up.
“Looks like you went shopping.” He smiled, climbing out of his car.
“Just a bit.” I grinned.
“Let me take a couple of those.” He grabbed some bags from me.
“Thanks. There’s this cute little boutique over by the brewhouse.”
“That’s Piper Kind’s boutique. She married to Dr. Gabriel Kind,” he said.
“I met her. She seems very sweet. Sofia was there with her children, so I met her too.”
“Wow. You’re meeting all the Kinds.” He grinned as we rode the elevator up. “Have you eaten dinner yet?”
“Not yet.” I unlocked the door.
“Me either. How about I order us a pizza?”
“Just set the bags on the table,” I said as we entered my apartment. I wasn’t sure if having pizza with him was a good idea, but I was hungry. “Sure. Pizza sounds great.”
“Good. I’ll go to my place, order the pizza, change, and then come back.”
“Or I can just follow you to your place now.” I smiled.
“Let’s go.” The corners of his mouth curved upward.
I was curious to see how he lived. Was he messy or clean? I needed to find out. When we stepped inside his apartment, I was pleasantly surprised that it wasn’t a filth pit, considering he was a guy. I’d known many guys over the years who were complete slobs, which was a turn-off in my eyes.
“Sorry if the place is a little messy. With my hours at the hospital, it doesn’t leave much time to clean,” he said.
“It’s not messy at all.”
“I’ll be right back,” he said, heading toward the bedroom.
I stepped into the kitchen and cringed when I saw dishes in the sink and crumbs on the counter. While he was changing his clothes, I rinsed the dishes off and put them in the dishwasher, grabbed a dishcloth, and wiped down the counters with cleaner.
“You don’t have to do that,” he said.
“Oh, but I do. Mess and clutter give me anxiety.”
“I knew you were a clean freak when I was in your apartment. For someone who just moved in, it was spotless.” He smirked.
“I have a bit of OCD.”
“Just a bit?” His brow arched.
“Okay. Maybe more than a bit.” I smiled.
