Page 67 of My Brother's Roommate (Frisky Business 2)
This condo is way out of my price range, but I know Wolfie makes a great living with Frisky Business. My brother hasn’t exactly been shy about getting my advice about the business or showing me the books over the years. All the partners have been making seven figures for a while now.
My fingers fly across my keyboard, typing out a quick response.
Are you thinking about buying this place?
Almost instantly, my computer pings with Wolfie’s reply.
I’m looking at it. If you don’t like it, there are a few others I have in mind. I think any of them could be excellent for our first home together.
There’s that fluttery feeling in my chest again.
I reopen the website and take another more serious look at the listing, trying to imagine myself inside each beautiful, spacious room. Ideas start rushing to my head quicker than I can talk myself down from my daydream. We could put the couch there, the kitchen table here. The second bedroom would be for guests, with a crib ready for Connor’s baby girl when they visit.
It all seems too good to be true.
And then there’s the very best part—the thought of coming home to Wolfie at the end of every day.
It’s beautiful. Even the location is perfect. But isn’t it a little fast for us to share a mortgage?
His response makes my head swim.
Then I’ll buy it and you can live with me, rent-free. It’ll be half yours anyway once there’s a ring on your finger.
This time, the butterflies aren’t just in my chest. They’re in my stomach, and my fingertips, and even my freaking armpits. I can’t believe this man sometimes.
You’re too good to be true, you know that? And I’m helping with the payments!
No way. You know I come with baggage. I’m just lucky enough to have a girl who sees past it.
When I don’t respond right away, he messages me again.
The realtor can get us in for a showing tonight, if you’re free after work.
Tonight? Already? I didn’t know this would move so fast. This all feels so crazy.
I never expected things to move so quickly with Wolfie, but much to my surprise, I’m not afraid. Just excited. Sometimes life moves a little faster than we could have planned, and all you can do is throw your arms up and enjoy the ride.
Opening my calendar again, I scroll through the back-to-back meetings and phone calls filling my day. It might be a race against the clock, but I think I can get out of here by six, if I focus. Starting, like, now.
Tonight sounds perfect. Meet me at the office after work? Six o’clock?
Perfect. Just like you. I love you.
I bask in the glow of those last two words for a good long moment. Wolfie loves me. I’ll never get tired of hearing it. Or reading it on a screen, in this case.
Either way, those words leave a floaty feeling in my belly that even the most exhausting of workdays can’t take away.By the time six o’clock rolls around, I should be completely drained, but the excitement of seeing this condo with him has me riding a high.
When Wolfie texts me that he’s arrived, I slip back into my snow boots and take the elevator down to the lobby, where he’s seated on one of the black leather couches near reception. Waiting patiently for me, he scrolls through his phone, just like I waited patiently for him, all those years and diary entries ago. But this reality is far better than anything I ever could have put on paper.
I walk toward him, and when he sees me, his gray eyes light up like he just spotted his favorite thing in the world. I love those expressive eyes, the ones that always shine when they lock with mine. Even at the end of a long workweek in the dead of winter, one look from him could warm me up from the inside faster than a shot of bourbon.
He shoves up from the couch, gathering me in his arms for a quick kiss hello. His lips are as soft and sweet as ever, although a little cold from the winter weather. But the heat in his gaze when he pulls back is absolutely undeniable.
“Hi, gorgeous,” he murmurs. “Ready to check out our future home?”
I roll my eyes and give his shoulder a pat. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, babe. It’s a showing, not a closing. How was work?”
“Good,” he says with a nod. “And you?”
“Good. Long, but good. I’m starving, though. Do we have time to pick up a snack on our way to the showing?”
His laugh is a low cackle, barely audible through the lobby noise. “Way ahead of you, babe. I picked up dinner on the way here. It’s out in the car, if you don’t mind using your lap as a table.”
