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Great. I still look like an idiot.

“That’s okay,” I say quickly, “the other one broke and we were pretty desperate so...” I trail off. They both nod kindly and make a move to leave. “Thank you so much for your help,” I add. I scramble for my purse to tip them, but the older of the two assures me it’s all taken care of. That’s a relief. I don’t think I had anything other than coppers in there, and I could do without anymore embarrassment today.

As soon as they’re gone I squeeze past the mammoth table that’s now eating into my lounge space, and grab my phone, hitting redial.

“You’re welcome.” Rebel’s deep voice instantly gets my back up.

“You idiot! Why on earth did you do that?”

“What? I broke a chair, I replaced it,” he insists, defensively.

“Rebel, this thing is huge. It fills my kitchen and my lounge. I can barely squeeze past it. I was so embarrassed when the delivery men looked at me like I was a crazy person for not checking the dimensions.”

The fucker laughs.

“It’s not funny!” I snap. “I had to lie and tell them I’m moving soon so that they didn’t call the men in white coats on me.”

“Now it’s funny you should mention moving...”

“What?”

“Just keep an open mind okay?”

“Rebel...”

“Just promise me, you’ll let me finish. Princess, promise? Okay? And no hitting me.”

“I can’t hit you, you’re not here.”

“Promise me!”

“Okay, okay,” I grumble at him.

“And open the door. The bell isn’t working.”

Of course he’s at the door! He just can’t keep away. I huff out my frustration, clamber around the stupid bloody table and fling open the door, glowering at Rebel who stands on the other side with a shit-eating grin on his face. Fuck, I’ve missed that grin. Not that I’d ever let him know that.

“Holy shit, I’ve never seen one that big!” he exclaims, laughing at the absurdity that is my new table.

“You. Are. Ridiculous.” I grind out into the phone.

“Baby, can we hang up now?”

“No.”

“Awww, why not?”

“I’m scared I might still hit you. I think communication through mobile is safest for you.”

“You don’t mean that. C’mere.” He hangs up the phone and pulls me into his massive bear-like embrace, and I have to say I find myself thawing towards him quite quickly. He moves us across the threshold and shuts the door, making it impossible for me to kick him out. Damn him!

“Okay, Princess, go sit and I’ll grab us a drink. We need to chat.”

“Which of the extra chairs would you like me to take a seat at? You know there’s only two of us living here, right?”

“Actually I didn’t. I was worried there might be a boyfriend on the scene.”

“Yes well, even if there was, it’s not like I’d need six chairs now is it?”

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