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But he’s the only one left to question.

Someonehas been preparing my coffee for me every day since I moved in here. Not once have I had to make it myself.

Whether they make it at night or in the morning, I don’t know, but the three before me are denying it, leaving only one other possibility.

“Bodhi?” I ask them, reaching for a glass straw to give my coffee a good stir.

I take a long sip. It’s perfect. I honestly wouldn’t change a thing.

Just the way I like it—heavy cream, light on the coffee.

“No clue,” Gus answers. I guess I’ll have to ask Bodhi myself.

“What’s your idea?” Mack asks, interrupting my spiraling.

“Oh! You guys are gonna help me plant some flowers and shrubs in the front yard. I’d say that the flower bed needs a facelift.”

Gus rolls his eyes while Mack gives me a death stare. I’m sure there are better things they would rather be doing, but I’m not giving them an option.

“You want us to plant flowers?” Mack asks hesitantly.

“That’s what I said.” I smile at him. “Come on, it’ll be fun.”

“Is this what normal people do on their days off? Plant flowers and soak in hangovers from the night before?” King asks.

“No, but this is what homeowners should do on their days off. It won’t kill you to get a little dirty.”

Gus chuckles abruptly. “Oh, sweetheart. I get plenty dirty. In fact, I got filthy with —”

“Shut it down!” I raise my voice in panic before he can continue that sentence. “Please spare me the details of your promiscuous fucking.”

He gives me a sinister smirk, and I can’t help but laugh.

Once a playboy, always a playboy.

I’ll keep that nugget of information to myself and ensure Tenley doesn’t find out. Although she’d never admit to it bothering her.

“You literally told me you have no plans but to veg out on the couch. Let’s go, pretty boys. No tight pants needed for today. Grab your best painting shorts, and off to the gardening store we go.” I shove them along, pushing their gigantic bodies up the stairs to get ready.

The grunts and groans escaping them have me giggling at the bottom of the stairs.

This should be fun.

It’s time to bring some life into this place.

19

BODHI

Who schedulestherapy on a Saturday morning?

Evidently, I do.

I didn’t think about it being the only off Saturday I’ve had in forever, but here we are.

Thankfully, today was an easy day.

I see myself making progress in small ways that may not be noticeable from the exterior, but I see it.

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