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“I didn’t. My neighbor bought a new table for his dining room so he put this one out on the curb.”
“I can’t believe someone would throw this out. It’s in great condition. Once we decide on a color scheme, I can paint it to match.”
“Who knew I’m living with Picasso over here? This is gonna be awesome.”
“Painting furniture hardly makes me Picasso.”
We reach the top of the stairs and carry the table into the dining room. Our dining room. In our new apartment.
Mallory’s right. This is going to be awesome.
“Hello? Anybody home?” Charlotte’s head pops through the doorway.
“In here!”
“This place looks great.” Charlotte wraps me in a hug. “I’m so happy you’re living here. We’re going to have so much fun.”
Tanner walks inside carrying two of the chairs from our dining set. “How did you guys get that table up the stairs? I wish you would’ve called me.”
“Pfft.” Mallory waves her hand. “We are strong, independent women who don’t need no man! Besides, Carla’s a beast.”
I flex my bicep and wink.
“Well, I’m impressed.” TJ’s voice rips through me like a shockwave.
I whirl around and lock eyes with him. “What are you doing here?”
He grins. “Nice to see you too. We came to help, but it looks like you ladies have it handled.”
“The sofa’s still down in the truck. You guys can make yourselves useful.” Mallory snaps her fingers. “We’ll organize the kitchen.”
TJ and Tanner salute her and trot down the stairs.
“What’s up with you two?” Charlotte asks.
I hike a shoulder, tearing into a box labeled Kitchen. “Nothing.”
“You’re so weird around him.”
“I’m not weird. You’re weird.”
“Good one, comeback queen.” Mallory nudges me with her elbow. “Are you a lesbian?”
Charlotte smacks her forehead. “Mal! We already went over this. You can’t go around asking people if they’re gay.”
“Why not?”
“Because … you just can’t.”
“I think I need to know if my roommate plans on ogling my goodies while I’m in the shower.”
I laugh. “I’m not a lesbian. Your goodies are safe. TJ just … isn’t my type.”
“Hot as hell with abs carved out of stone isn’t your type?”
Charlotte stifles a giggle. “Carla likes the clean-cut guys.”
“Ah, so you like them safe.” Mallory scrunches her nose. “Safe is boring. Know what my motto is?”
