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“What are we doing back here again?” Tim asked as he and Lucy walked the familiar path down the hallway to her old apartment. “I thought we got everything?”
The look Lucy shot Tim only made him feel warm inside, even though it was laced with exasperation. “No the movers forgot to take the bucket chair from the living room. And Celina hates it, so she asked if we could grab it on our next day off.”
“The wicker one in the corner?” He frowned, wracking his brain trying to picture her old living room, and Lucy nodded. “I would’ve thought it would be completely Jaurez’s speed.”
“Nope, but I will note that I’m impressed that you know what wicker is,” she shook her head as they approached the door. “Celina said that she feels trapped when she sits in it. Whereas I feel like I’m in a cocoon.”
Tim sent her a look, “Luce, you still have boxes in the guest bedroom that we haven’t gotten to. Should we really be taking more?”
“Absolutely,” Lucy replied as if the answer was obvious and raised her fist, hesitating for a moment before knocking a few times. “That was weird,” she said, looking over at Tim.
He smiled back at her, understanding that it was weird for her to be knocking on the door to the place she used to live. Hell, it was weird for him to knock the past few times he had been there while they were still broken up, after months of opening the door with his keys while they were together.
“Hey!” Celina said as she swung the door open. “Welcome back! Come on in.” She stepped back and the couple stepped over the threshold for the first time after months away.
The last time they’d been there the space had been overrun with boxes, looking nearly as full as it had with all of Lucy’s stuff in it. She’d done a final walkthrough once everything was out, and the space had looked so empty…sterile. It made the moment even more bittersweet as she handed her keys over to Miles and shut the door for the final time.
Lucy had expected that it was going to be weird to come into the apartment and see someone else making their mark on her old home, but it looked almost the same as she had left it.
Their footsteps seemed to echo as they walked, a sign that there were several things missing and Lucy visibly flinched when the sound of the thud of the door being closed bounced off the walls, seeming even louder than it used to.
There was no mail sitting on the entry table, no decorative art except for the couple of pieces she’d left behind. Only one lonely plant sat on the sofa table, and the console table against one wall only had an assortment of Celina’s crystals. There was barely any extra seating.
But it was the kitchen that struck her most. The counters were almost completely bare. No decorative clutter, cabinets that had been stripped of most of the dishes that had been accumulated over the years. The only things on the island were the cactus salt and pepper shakers, a decorative canister that held detergent tablets, and a single pan drying on the rack.
“Howdy!” Miles greeted them with his usual southern cheerfulness, walking out of his (Lucy’s old) room. He moved like he was still getting used to having four walls around him, clad in jeans and a tank top that seemed as much of a uniform as his police one.
“Morning, Miles,” Lucy greeted him warmly.
“Boot,” Tim nodded sharply and Lucy shot him a look that he ignored. They may be off the clock, but a boot is still a boot.
“How are you settling in?” Lucy asked him and Miles hesitated in his response, looking back towards the open doorway to his room.
“I mean…if I’m honest,” he smiled a little shyly, “I’m still trying to get used to having furniture and consistent running water.”
Lucy peered into Miles’ bedroom and to her horror it looked nearly the same as it looked the day she moved out and Miles moved in. The bed was devoid of any sheets. In fact, it seemed like it was being used more as a storage surface, rather than for sleeping, although she was pretty sure she saw a green sleeping bag hanging off of it. The walls were still bare and there wasn’t even a lamp in the room, which meant that Miles was perpetually in the dark at night, because there was no overhead lighting.
“Wait…” Lucy turned to look at him, brow furrowed in confusion, “You haven’t set up anything? Wha…where are you sleeping?”
Celina’s eyes widened at the question and all three senior officers’ eyes shot to the rookie, who looked as if he would rather be cleaning the drunk tank than answering that question.
“I uh…” Miles’ lifted his hand to the back of his neck and rubbed, “I do sleep on the bed now…I just…”
“Now?” Even Tim couldn’t resist responding to this sudden revelation.
“But where are your sheets? And your pillow? Are you just sleeping there in the dark?” Lucy asked wide eyed.
“Did paying back your ex’s dad deplete your funds?” Tim cut in before Miles could respond.
The rookie shook his head. “No, no, the sale of my ring covered that. And I have money saved from my time at Shangri-la. I bought a dresser already, I just…” a slight redness appeared on his cheeks, “This is my first apartment. I lived with my momma all the way up until I came to LA.”
Celina blinked. “Wait so…this year is your first year living on your own? Why didn’t you ever tell me?”
Miles shrugged, “I don’t know. It’s not the kind of thing that a guy in his mid-20s really likes to tell people.”
“There’s no shame in it,” Lucy said gently, “Circumstances dictated your actions—”
“Or vice versa,” Tim interjected, his mind flicking to the choice that had blown out Miles’ knee, but at the look that Lucy sent him he wisely pivoted. “Listen, you did what you had to do to heal and get your head on straight. So regardless of what happened then, you’ve got your own place now. You should make your mark on it because if you don’t do it soon, it’ll never get done and then the place will always look like you’ve got one foot in and one foot out. Trust me…I lived amongst boxes for weeks.” His voice wavered on the last word when Lucy gave him a good-natured swat to the chest.
Miles let his former T.O.’s words sink in, his eyes drifting back to his sparce room. “I guess...I guess I don’t really know where to start.”
Lucy’s smile softened further, but a determined glint came to her eyes. “Well then, I guess it’s a good thing you’re not doing it alone. Go grab your jacket.”
Celina nodded in agreement and Miles’ eyes darted between the two women and then over to Tim who did not look like he agreed one bit.
“Ummm…that’s nice and all, but you don’t need to do all that.”
But Lucy and Celina were not going to take no for an answer and immediately shook their heads, Lucy speaking up for the both of them. “Nope, if you don’t start now you never will, so let’s go. We’re taking you shopping.”
“Lucy this is not how we planned on spending our day off,” Tim groaned but she just smiled sweetly at him. Their original plan was to pick up the chair and then spend the rest of the day in bed but clearly that wasn’t happening any longer.
“You said it yourself babe, if he doesn’t make his mark soon he’ll never get it done, so this is actually your idea,” She grinned at him and he narrowed his eyes at her.
“Nice…using my words against me,” he turned back to Celina and Miles, “Does this mean you want to keep the chair then?”
“No!” Lucy and Celina cried out in unison.
“It feels too closed in, I can’t take it,” Celina shivered.
“Yeah, and I already have the perfect spot for it in the yard,” Lucy added, looping her arm around Tim’s. “It’s too late. You can bring it down when we get back. Now…let’s get going. We’re driving.”
“You mean I’m driving?” Tim raised his eyebrows.
“You plus me equals we, babe,” she patted his chest, her smiled widening and Tim couldn’t even argue as he met her eyes, since her words spread warmth through him. She dragged a finger down his chest as her eyes sparkling as she dropped her voice. “Don’t worry. I know we had plans. I’ll make it up to you later.”
He allowed himself a beat to get lost in the heat of her gaze that held all the promises of what lay on the other side of this favor, before he turned back to the two junior officers who looking anywhere but them.
“Alright, let’s go before I change my mind,” he warned, and Celina sent him a knowing smirk that he chose to ignore.
The four walked through the sliding doors of Sheets ‘n’ Things, Miles and Tim each pushing a cart as Lucy scrolls through her phone, with Celina looking alongside her. “Okay! So on your list is: mattress cover—”
“I don’t need a mattress cover,” Miles smiled apprehensively, “Seriously you guys, just the basics. I was able to save money living at Shangri La, but not that much.”
“Miles,” Celina shook her head, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “The bed isn’t yours. You should get a mattress cover.”
Lucy tossed a quick offended glance at Tim, not appreciating the veiled innuendo about their—extremely active—sex life that Celina became privy to a week before Lucy moved out. Tim had come by to help her pack, and they’d gotten distracted by the fact that it would be the first and last time they’d be in that apartment while it was still hers.
The couple had gotten lost in memory lane which meant that they also lost track of time. And so when Celina got home, while not seeing anything, she got an earful of exactly what goes on between them in the bedroom. And just how much they can mess up some sheets.
Lucy huffed in offense as Celina sent her a knowing look. “You act like I didn’t have—” She started but Tim cut in before she could continue, already anticipating that her indignation was going to volunteer way more information in front of Penn than he ever wanted the rookie to have about him, especially now that he was Watch Commander. It was bad enough that he was currently shopping with him.
“Trust me boot, one night coming home and some part of you is bleeding from a fight, you’re going to want a cover.”
“Ah, good point, sir.”
“Okay,” Lucy continued reviewing the checklist, tapping her fingernail down the items listed on her phone. “Mattress cover, sheets, a comforter set, pillows, lamps, towels, at least one nightstand, maybe a rug.”
“Yeah, and we need mugs too!” Celina added, “You left us with like three coffee mugs. Who has three coffee mugs?”
“No I didn’t!” Lucy gasped and Celina sent her a flat look, “I did?”
“Trust me,” Tim cut in dryly pushing the cart past them, expecting the trio to follow. “You did. And I know because one of them literally leapt out of the cabinet and attacked me the other morning. Thank goodness I have good reflexes.”
“That was not because of too many mugs. That was because you don’t know how to properly put dishes away,” Lucy pointed out as she caught up to him, her eyes already on the little living area vignettes displayed.
“Because I had one set of four. Like a normal person,” He shot back, raising a brow.
“One set of dull, boring gray ones. My mugs have character. They tell a story of my life, and they have a specific purpose depending on my mood,” she replied sweetly. “Don’t act like I didn’t see you drinking out of the big one with the bear on it.”
“What is the purpose of the ones with the giant eyes on it then? I rolled over and saw them staring at me and almost had a heart attack.”
It was one of the first few nights that they’d spent together back when they first started dating, and Lucy had forgotten about the mug that she had placed on the nightstand on Tim’s side of her bed. He had woken up for a metro call and before he could answer, he caught the set of glowing eyes staring at him in the dark, causing him to fall out of bed and nearly miss the call.
Lucy doubled over in laughter as she remembered hearing a yelp from Tim that she’d never heard before, and the loud thump that followed before he got a hold of himself.
“It was a Halloween mug! And in my defense, I forgot I had put it there. It wasn’t like I was trying to scare you,” she replied, still giggling, placing the item she had picked up back on the shelf. Tim wasn’t impressed at all.
“It wasn’t even Halloween, Lucy,” he said dryly, “What mood were you trying to go for with that one?”
“Can we focus on the matter at hand?” Celina interrupted over their banter, gesturing to Miles who was watching them with interest. He had only discovered that the two Sergeants used to be in a relationship a few days before they got back together and then were suddenly moving in together. But he hadn’t actually seen them interacting in the wild. It was fascinating.
“Right, um,” Lucy pivoted back to the displays. “Let’s get started.”
An hour later they had only made it halfway through the store and Tim was in agony. They stopped what seemed like every ten seconds, the two women gushing over something Penn absolutely needed and trying to convince him to add it to the cart. One cart was already completely filled with lamps, a wall mirror, a few pictures, and some other random items that both women told Miles he absolutely needed.
The rookie didn’t protest much, realizing that both women had taken budget into consideration once he gave them a number on the ride over, but Tim couldn’t understand why it meant they had to stop to look at everything. It wasn’t like they were shopping for their house. It was for Penn’s room.
“Ooo, Tim, look!” Lucy exclaimed, hurrying over to a little outdoor display that was set up between the aisles. “This table would be perfect for outside! It matches the bucket chair!”
Tim turned slowly, his eyes trailing to where his girlfriend was currently bouncing up and down excitedly. Sure enough, there was a small round, black rattan side table with glass top that did indeed perfectly match the bucket chair that they just had to take from her old apartment.
“Lucy…” he sighed warily, “we don’t need another piece of furniture. We’ve barely made everything fit as it is.”
“Our stuff fits!” she rebutted and Tim gave her a look. The boxes in the guest room said otherwise.
“I have to start getting rid of stuff so that we can make room for your numerous knickknacks—I’m not complaining!” He was quick to correct himself when he saw her eyes narrow, “I’m just saying...we have a lot of stuff.”
“We don’t have that much stuff,” she replied, placing her hand on her hip. “Besides, can’t you just picture me in that chair, with a book, a blanket and some tea that you oh so lovingly made me in one of our many mugs sitting on that table?”
He could, in fact, picture in quite clearly. Lucy, clad in one of his oversized sweaters that hung off one shoulder to give him that enticing view of her collarbone, her legs folded in that ridiculous chair that he could never fit in, her favorite pair of fuzzy socks on her feet, and a blanket draped over her lap. Her hair would be cascading over one shoulder—or maybe in a messy bun on top of her head—while she stared down at whatever piece of intellectual literature had captured her interest. Or she might’ve even grabbed one of his sci-fi novels, to see what ‘Tim Bradford’s inner nerd brain really thought about.’ The little table that she loved so much, would have that steaming cup of tea she mentioned—either Tieguanyin or Baihao Yinzhen depending on the day—and Kojo would be sitting at her feet, dosing.
Yes, it was a vivid image, but the fact remained, they did have a lot of stuff. And before they started adding more, they really needed to curate what they already had.
“Lucy…” he said with a gentle smile as he abandoned the cart to walk over to her and take her hands in his. “I love you…” She looked up at him hopefully, as he leaned in close to her just a hairsbreadth away from her lips. “…but we can’t add anything else to our house until we get through the stuff we have.”
“Ugh!” she huffed dropping his hands and scrunching her face up. “Fine.”
Celina looked on in amusement, while Miles stared, once again in shock at the couple’s exchange. The whole day had been a revelation, mainly about his training officer who he finally was coming to accept, had a soft side.
Tim shook his head, walking back over to the cart and began pushing. “Can we get back to the real reason we’re here? You two strong arming Penn into furnishing his room?”
“You do remember that this was partially your idea too, don’t you?” Celina told him as they made their way down the aisle.
“I didn’t do anything of that sort,” Tim glared at her, though it didn’t land with the same impact that it used to. “I just made an observation and a recommendation. It was you two that suddenly decided to go all Trading Places.”
“Spaces,” the trio corrected him in unison.
“Whatever,” Tim huffed, “Point is I don’t think Penn wants to be here anymore than I do, do you Penn?”
Miles lifted his brows, “It doesn’t bother me. I appreciate a woman’s eye for décor. To be honest, the thing that’s has me the most surprised is the fact that you actually used my name.”
“Don’t get used to it, boot,” Tim scowled, his biceps flexing as he pushed the cart.
“Don’t mind him. He’s just grumpy now because he forgot to be T.O. Tim for a minute,” Lucy waved dismissively, tossing an affectionate look at Tim as she picked up as set of towels and held them up towards Penn in question.
Miles smiled, gesturing to the pile of off-white towels she held in her hand and reaching for the matching set of washcloths next to it. “I like those. My mama always said, if man has light colored towels hanging in his bathroom and they’re still clean, then you know he washes well. Can’t get a lady if you got a dirty backside.”
“Amen to that,” Lucy muttered.
“Seriously?” Celina looked at group, a little surprised as they all seemed to be in agreement with Miles.
“You two haven’t seen the men’s locker room,” Tim said, wrinkling his nose as Miles nodded alongside him. “I feel for the laundry crew with some of these guys. Makes me wonder what the hell they do with the toilet paper.”
“Ew that’s gross,” Celina screwed her face up in disgust, reaching for another set of bath and hand towels. “I’ll get these…and I’m never getting anything but light towels ever again.”
Lucy pursed her lips in amusement as they waited for Celina to place the items in the empty cart. The group made their way down the rest of the aisle, Lucy hooking her hand at the end of the cart Tim was pushing, while Celina guided the full one that Miles had.
“The organization of this place is weird,” Miles observed as he came to a stop at he beginning of the next aisle, glancing at the sign that said ‘bedding.’ “For a store that’s called Sheets ‘n’ Things, it took us an awfully long time to get to the sheets. I was starting to wonder if they really had them.”
Celina snorted, “You didn’t think we’d really let you leave here without bedding, did you?”
“To tell you the truth, I was beginning to get concerned that you were going to take us to another store.”
“We wouldn’t do that,” Lucy reassured him distractedly as she began to peruse the comforters. “Besides, Tim might kill me if I dragged him to another store after he hadn’t planned on even coming to this one.”
Tim snorted internally but didn’t comment because he definitely would’ve been grumpy if he had to go anywhere else, as it was they’d been in the store for what seemed like ages.
And as if on cue, he was suddenly reminded of the coffee he’d finished off in the car as bladder began shouting at him.
“I’ll be right back,” he told them, abandoning the cart and running his hand along Lucy’s waist as he walked past her. “I’ll find you again in a minute, though I’m sure I’ll find you all in the same spot when I come back.”
Lucy eyed him questioningly. “Just running to the restroom,” he told her quietly, giving her waist a gentle squeeze before disappearing around the corner.
“If I hadn’t ridden with him for months, I wouldn’t believe he eats, sleeps or has normal bodily functions,” Miles commented. “He kind of reminds me of a Marvel character sometimes.”
“You should’ve waited to tell him that when he got back,” Lucy snorted, picking up a sheet set and examining it. “You would’ve made his day.”
“Okay, a comforter,” Celina interrupted, getting them back on track. She was seriously wondering if bringing Lucy and Tim had been the right call. If they didn’t have to lock in for work, the number of times they got distracted by one another was comical. “I highly recommend a duvet set with the faux down insert. Do you run hot or cold?”
Miles hesitated at the onslaught of words he knew nothing about. “Uhhh…”
“He runs hot,” Lucy cut in, then let out a little amused huff, rolling her eyes. “Tim has this ridiculous rule about no AC in the shop before noon because rookies need to be comfortable being uncomfortable…” she trailed off when she realized Celina was shooting her a look to get on with it. “Anyway, I remember you were sweating bullets and it wasn’t a particularly hot day. So I highly recommend a lighter comforter. You can always add more blankets.”
With a nod, she scans through the various packages on the shelves, then plucks one out, handing it over to Miles. “Here, this is the kind we use in the summertime.”
“Tim doesn’t run hot?” Miles asked.
Lucy shook her head. “No, but it isn’t about us,” she deflected.
The truth was that Tim and bedding were more complicated than Lucy could even begin to explain. He’d trained himself to be able to sleep anywhere, under any conditions, but what he truly desired was comfort…real comfort. It had been a delight discovering how much he loved her bedding because of how soft and plush it was. She’d watched him sink into it after they finally settled down to sleep in the wee hours of the morning after their first time together.
He’d pulled the covers up over them, drawing her close until her back rested against his chest. And then, night after night, they’d fall asleep tangled together until their shared body heat slowly pulled them apart. But Tim always remained turned towards her, pulling her back into his arms when they began to wake, or nestling deeper into their covers if she had to get up first.
Tim loved to snuggle…to comfort and be comforted. And so their bedding was soft and fluffy and breathable…the perfect trifecta for curling up together beneath. But that was no one’s business but their own.
“You know, when I said you’d probably still be here I really hope you’d prove me wrong,” Tim’s dry voice pulled her from her thoughts. He was making his way back towards them, carrying two square plastic encased packages in his arms.
“What did you find? Did you actually decide to participate in this shopping spree?” Lucy asked curiously.
“Whoa now, let’s not call it a spree,” Miles corrected and Celina patted his arm.
“Just something I found on sale…a little surprised they had them here, but we could use them for sure,” he said cryptically, dropping the items into the emptier cart.
Lucy frowned and peered into the cart, reading the label. “Oh,” she said quietly, her cheeks flushing slightly as she stepped back and biting her lip. “Yeah.”
“Alright, Miles, pick your sheets. I don’t think you need us to weigh in on those,” Lucy said quickly.
The rookie frowned in confusion, but didn’t say anything, pivoting towards the queen bed sheet sets and selecting two 400 thread count sets. Celina’s eyes darted between the couple, but neither met her eyes and Lucy, merely nodded along with Miles’ choices.
Curiosity got the better of her and she glanced at the items in the cart once Penn dropped them in and her eyes widened.
“Seriously?” she gasped, flushing in embarrassment. “You seriously need those? They make those? And you had to get them now?”
Tim shrugged, unfazed by how appalled Celina seemed to be. “There was a sale. I’d rather get those than have to stock up on spare sheets. I already said we don’t have a ton of space.”
“What did you get that’s such a big deal?” Miles asked, walking back over to the second cart and peering in. “What’s a waterproof blanket?”
Lucy coughed but didn’t answer. Tim merely shook his head grabbing the handles of the cart and pushing past him.
“Let’s go boot…we don’t have all day and I think you’d like to have a bed before you hit your 30 day push,” he tossed gruffly behind him, approaching the end of the aisle, Lucy falling into step beside him.
“What on earth would someone need a waterproof blanket for?” Miles questioned once the couple disappeared around the corner. “Are they going to take a nap in the rain?”
Celina sighed, cringing as she placed a hand on Miles’ shoulder. “You’re a fully grown adult male…I’m going to let you think about that one for a minute, now come help me push this car.”
They fell silent for a moment as she moved towards the front, giving him the space to work it out. Miles stayed rooted in place for a second, brow furrowed, wracking his brain through all the possibilities.
And then it hit him.
“Oh!” he blurted, then recoiled, his face twisting. “Oh…ugh…ew! Aw man really?”
“Caught on did ya?”
“That is one piece of information I did not need to know!”
“Try hearing it,” Celina snorted, grabbing the front of the cart. “Thank goodness they decided to move in together once they got back together. I don’t think my ears could handle it.”
“I did not need to know that either,” he muttered, stepping up to the handles.
They turned down the next aisle, but Lucy and Tim were nowhere in sight and Miles figured they were avoiding them now that they’d been discovered.
“Why buy that thing if they’re going to be embarrassed?” Miles shook his head.
Celina laughed under her breath. “Trust me, they aren’t embarrassed. Lucy probably just can’t believe Tim actually put them in the cart when you were around. I’ve learned that Tim really doesn’t care about how he seems when it comes to Lucy, especially when they’re off the clock. But what he doesn’t realize is that he’s not as scary now that they’re back together.”
“I don’t know about that,” Miles said skeptically, “He’s pretty intense.”
“You’ll see once you make P2,” she reassured him. “It’s like he’s a different person. He was actually a lot nicer to you than he’s been to other rookies, Lucy included. You’re lucky.”
Lucy shut the door behind Tim and Miles as they carried the last of the items into her old apartment. Celina had already shoved Miles’ bedding into the wash and the lamps had been plugged in, though the glow was swallowed up by the natural light streaming through the windows.
The two men carried the items into Miles’ room, setting them down onto the floor, where Celina immediately dug in and began putting things away, Miles’ rushing to help since he was the reason behind this after all.
Tim stood back, placing his hands on his hips as he glanced around and sniffed.
“Did you…paint?”
“You didn’t notice that the room was a completely different color than when I lived here?” Lucy said, her head tilting in the way it always did when she couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
“I mean to be fair, I wasn’t paying much attention to the color of the walls when you lived here,” he said, a teasing edge in his voice. Lucy swatted him playfully across the stomach.
Celina rolled her eyes towards Miles as she tucked the cover over his mattress.
“What I wanna know is…” Tim started, glancing toward the lamps, “is you were all gung ho about dating, what were you going to do when it came time to bring the girl home? Fumble around int the dark?”
“Well first off sir…I don’t fumble,” Miles snickered at his own double entendre, earning an eye roll from Tim. “But honestly after that incident with the Southern Front, I decided to cool it on the dating front until I finished my training.”
“Smart,” Tim nodded, then took a breath and turned to Lucy. “Alright, you ready to go? I’ve hit my quota on favors for the next month.”
Lucy grinned, sliding her arm around his waist and leaning into his side, her hand settling against his chest. “We both know that’s not true.”
Celina grimaced as she headed for the kitchen. “Okay, your words and your tone are saying very different things which means it’s definitely time for you to go. I’ve been traumatized enough.”
“We weren’t that bad,” Lucy rolled her eyes as she disentangled herself from Tim and they followed Celina out of Miles’ room, the rookie bringing up the rear.
“Tell that to Tamara, Lucy,” Celina shot back. “I’m just lucky it was one time.”
“Okay on that note,” Miles cut in, mid-cringe, “I just want to thank you all for taking the time out to help me get settled. You didn’t have to—”
“I beg to differ,” Tim cut in, choking off the rest of his comment when Lucy pinched his side and gestured for Miles to continue.
“Anyway,” Miles went on, “it would’ve definitely taken me a lot longer to get my room together if I did it all by myself…and I don’t have any family here…so I really appreciate all of you.”
Celina looped her arm through this. “If anyone knows how tough it is to live life during their rookie year, it’s Lucy and me. Having a place that feels like a refuge is important.”
“Yeah,” Tim agreed, “And besides, you’re going to need a comfortable bed in your last 30 days.”
“Tim,” Lucy hisses and he shrugged.
“I’m only speaking the truth.”
Lucy rolled her eyes at her boyfriend’s inability to be anything but a hardass in front of a rookie. “Have fun settling in. Can’t wait to see pictures once everything is in place! Babe, can you grab the chair now?”
“I thought you forgot about that,” Tim sighed, but made his way over to the bucket chair lifting it. “I feel like you only want me for my body.”
“It’s among one of your many assets,” Lucy smirked as she watched his muscles flex as he picked it up.
Miles followed them with his eyes as they made their way towards the door, then glanced quickly at Celina. “You know…if we have anything else that they need to take…maybe we’re better off dropping it off.”
FIN