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I letwheel

“Well, I guess that’s so for another place”

There’s a knock on my , and I look up into Zane’s stupidly handsome face

“Leaving, after all?” he asks when I open the door

“No I was just having a et my stuff”

I walk to the back of the car, open the hatch, and pull out e tote Zane ie container and pulls one of the suitcases behind him to the stairs

He’s strong Those pieces aren’t light, and he just cli

I’et the last case halfway up when he returns, takes it from me, and hauls it up ahead of me

He may be a pain in my ass, but he’s a helpful one

“Where’s your stuff?” I ask when I find hi my suitcase in the master bedroom

“Being delivered to for now I have to make some calls”

He leaves, shuts himself in the smaller of the two rooms, and I hear his rich baritone as he speaks to someone on the phone

I can’t hear the words, only the tone

And guilt starts to set in

Maybe it’s only fair that Zane has this room He paid for the whole six h, of course, I’ll pay Zane half each month Just because he’s rich doesn’t mean he should foot the bill

Why is he here? Why would he rent this little condo when he could have a huge house on the water? Or a trendy loft don

I guess it’s none of my business Except, it kind of is because he’s in my home

I set inght sooing to rain soon

And I can’t wait

Then, I take a deep breath and stand in front of theat myself

Mousy brown hair and eyes

Fruure I have curves where I shouldn’t and no boobs to speak of I’ve never seen a flatter ass

And when I take out lasses because I’m as blind as can be

I’m just…plain Invisible Have been all my life I don’t have many friends, and I’m not one that co-workers invite to be a part of their wine tastings and book clubs