Page 7 of Meet Me in the Valley
I had fun earlier ;) Can’t wait until you get home.
Ivanna
Hi Logan :) Me and a couple of girlfriends are going out on Rainey tonight. Would love to see you.
Cassie
I’m off at 10. Feel like coming over and letting me distract you a little?
Krista
Congrats on landing the Mueller project! Let me buy you a drink tonight before you leave for the weekend. 9:30 at The Volstead?
“Jesus, your phone goes off every two minutes. Give me that,” Tia snipes, ripping my cell phone out of my hands. I make no moves to stop her. It’s nothing she hasn’t seen before.
I kick my feet up on her ottoman, watching Tia’s face as she scrolls through my text messages. Anytime I have to travel,I end up staying at Tia’s house to avoid paying for a cab fare from my place or overnight parking at the airport since she lives ten minutes away. We got to watching some insane serial killer documentary until my phone started going off the way it usually does on a Friday night.
Tia’s nose wrinkles, her face twisting into a fake gag, and I can’t help but laugh. God only knows what kind of shit she’s seeing on there.
“Are my messages more entertaining than this guy who hacks up women’s bodies into bite-size pieces?” I point to the television.
Tia doesn’t look up from my phone, but her eyes suddenly blow wide open, mouth gawking as she replies, “Holy shit, are those real?”
Shoving the screen to my face, I squint for a second at the blinding brightness. Once my eyes adjust, a sly grin plays on my lips at a pair of breasts I know all too well.
Cassie.
“They’re not. But they look real—and feel real, too.” I waggle my brows suggestively.
She brings the phone back to her face, pinching the screen as it looks like she’s zooming in. She’s ridiculous.
“Damn. I wish mine were a little bigger,” Tia frowns, looking down at her chest. My eyes follow, and I quickly avert because I’m not trying to ogle my best friend.
Although … Tia’s body has always been banging. She’s lean and defined, all legs and, to be honest—her tits are great.
I can’t help but look one more time because … well … they’re tits. It’s hard not to notice them in her low-cut sleep tank top. It’s like she wants me to check out her boobs. I shake my head, making grabby hands at her to give me back my phone.
She ignores me. Figures.
“Why the hell is Krista texting you, anyway?”
Ah, Krista.
Tia’s work nemesis. Those two loathe each other like toddlers and nap time. Krista was hired on as a junior interior designer at the same time Tia and I got onboarded. The three of us spent a lot of time together in those early days trying to prove ourselves. But because Tia and Krista work in the same department, the competitive nature between the two only grew with time.
I personally don’t have an issue with Krista, but Tia is my best friend, and I know better than to mess with all of that. Krista, that is. She’s a big no on my list, even if she is a gorgeous girl.
“She congratulated us on landing the Mueller Project.”
“Um, you mean congratulatedyou.I got no such text—not that I would, anyway. God, she’s the worst,” Tia grumbles, an adorable scowl on her face.
Tia and I got assigned to one of the most important projects at our firm. The Mueller Project will be a brand-new residential neighborhood that supports lower-income families, providing them with a community of energy-efficient homes that would cost them an arm and a leg if it weren’t for this project.
It’s not just bringing homes to families who deserve it. It’s creating a community where parents can feel safe if their kids are out playing. Where they can actually concentrate on saving money for their futures instead of living paycheck to paycheck just to avoid eviction.
Me as the lead architect, and Tia as the lead interior designer.
The dream team.
