Page 43 of Breathing Wisteria
Flynn
“Jesus Christ, why am I doing this again?” My muscles are straining under the weight of a huge handcrafted dresser that we are carrying through the lobby.
Said lobby being in the multimillion-dollar luxury building where our new home resides. Also, the lobby that currently has about ten residents watching us in disbelief, as if they have never seen someone actually move their own furniture.
“Because you love me,” Wyatt calls from behind with a carefree laugh.
“I love you enough to hire the very best movers,” I grit out. “So, that doesn’t explain shit.”
“You know I couldn’t trust my grandma’s dresser with movers,” she chastises.
“Stop complaining like a little bitch, Romeo.”
Yeah, so apparently Cassidy is a permanent fixture in my life now.
Can you say lucky?
“You know, Crazy, you’re more than welcome to get your ass over here and help.”
I look up and make eye contact with Mason, Cassidy’s husband. The man has balls of steel, which is a good thing because he needs them to be married to her.
“Nobody asked you, Sunshine, but thanks for contributing.” She blows him a kiss and he shakes his head in amusement. “Now, will you two hurry up, I ordered a pizza and it would be just awesome if you could have this set up before it gets here.”
Wyatt rushes past and places a kiss on my jaw. “I’ll make this up to you tonight, I promise.”
We spend the next twenty minutes navigating this ridiculously huge piece of furniture through the lobby and up the service elevator.
“Right, where do you want it?” Mason and I are standing in the doorway to the bedroom. There really is only a few places it could go, so I’m expecting a quick response. Instead my question is met with first silence, and then some muttered umms and aahs.
“Mason?” I look at the equally frustrated man opposite me. “You want a beer?”
“Fuck, yeah.”
We drop the dresser right where we’re standing and make our way to the kitchen, leaving the outraged cries of the girls behind us.
I stand in front of the giant SubZero refrigerator that is far too big for just Wyatt and me, and pull out a couple of beers, handing one to Mason. “Hey, man, thanks for the tip on this place.” I lean against the granite counter. “We were having trouble finding somewhere, so it was a godsend.”
He nods his head in acknowledgment and rubs a hand across his jaw. “Yeah, it can be a bitch to find something decent, especially here. I’m dreading having to start looking for somewhere new.”
“You guys are moving?”
“We’re thinking about it. There’s a culinary school in Paris that Cassidy would love to go to and we figure it would be great for the kids, so we’ll see.”
“What?”
Mason and I look over to see Wyatt and Cassidy standing on the step leading up to the raised kitchen. Wyatt looks horrified and Cassidy looks ready to kill.
“You’re moving to Paris?” Wyatt turns to Cassidy, eyes wide.
“No.” She scoffs and strides determinedly toward Mason. “I am going to kill you,” she whispers loudly.
“Why wouldn’t you tell us that?” Wyatt follows her and takes a spot beside me. Leaning into me, her hand settles on my stomach, a little too close to the waistband of my jeans for my comfort.
“There’s nothing to tell, it’s just something we were talking about.” She waves us off. “Like, wouldn’t it be great if unicorns were real or wouldn’t it be awesome if I could have multiple orgasms every time. It’s nice to think about, but it’s never going toactuallyhappen.”
“It could happen, though, if you weren’t such a stubborn ass,” Mason insists, taking a long pull of his beer.
“Not getting multiple orgasms has nothing to do with my ass, Sunshine.”
