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Mica: :-/

Zoey: Sprained shoulder.

Mica: You’re building IKEA furniture with one arm? You’re either crazy or you’re a genius.

Zoey: Ryan will do most of the heavy lifting

Mica: So, want me to come by in the late afternoon?

Zoey: I think we’ll be done.

Mica: You understand expenses and you build IKEA furniture with one arm. I can’t wait to meet you

Zoey: LOL

Mica: Where do you live?

Zoey: I’m staying with Ryan for a few days. Do you know where he lives?

Mica: Is that why you are using his phone?

Zoey: I don’t have a phone.

Mica: That’s cool. So, can you text me his address?

Zoey: 2ndand Cook Street. It’s a big brown brick building. Apartment 1609. Can you bring your laptop?

Mica: I’m on it. See you tomorrow.

I put my phone down on the island unsure how I felt about Mica chatting up Zoey. I read through the texts again. It was innocent enough, not like he had sent her a dick pic, but it was unsettling.

I ran my hand through my hair. I didn’t like my train of thought. It had been a long day. I needed to get some sleep.

I wokeup to the sound of male voices. I pulled on a pair of sweats and yanked open the bedroom door. Two guys in coveralls, were carefully setting down a box in the living room. Behind that, there was a stack of boxes. I looked behind me. Zoey stood in the kitchen, studying the invoice.

“Morning."

She glanced up at me, taking in my bare stomach and she looked away quickly. “Coffee is on if you want one.”

“You made coffee?” I asked, walking behind her. I leaned over her shoulder. “What are you reading?”

She visibly stiffened. “Just the invoice.”

I poured a cup of coffee and studied her. “Exactly how much furniture did webuy?”

Her cheeks flushed a pretty pink. “If it’s too much, we can send it back.”

Zoey blushing. Interesting. “After all the work you did yesterday? Not a chance.”

She turned a brighter pink. “So, whenever you’re ready to build, I’m good to go.”

An hour later,I ripped open a box, tossing the instructions behind my back.

“What are you doing?” Zoey looked shocked.

“I grew up on a farm. We don’t use instructions.”

Zoey gave me a look before she picked up the instructions and started to read.

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