Page 8 of Enemies with my Bestie’s Brother
When I find the realtor back in the kitchen, I give her a polite smile. She perks up and smooths down her skirt before rounding the counter.
“How did you like the place?” she asks.
“It’s suitable for my needs. Let’s start getting an offer together.”
She nods and grabs her folder from the counter, pulling it open. All traces of interest disappear from her expression as she settles into business mode. She pulls out papers and starts making calls, moving quickly on the sale.
By the time she gets off the last call, the apartment is mine.
“Congratulations,” she says as we head for the door. “It’ll take a week or so to close, but as soon as I can give you the keys, I’ll give you a call.”
“Thank you.”
She leaves and I head across the hall to Penny’s. I knock and wait, listening to the sounds of footsteps on the other side of the door.
Parker pulls open the door and grins when he sees me. “How did the showing go?”
“Good. I close in a week.”
Parker’s smile grows. “Let’s go out and get a drink to celebrate.”
“Does Penny want to come?” I ask, purposefully ignoring the fact that Whitney is also staying with them.
“The girls and the baby are out shopping.” Parker steps inside for a minute and swipes his keys off the entryway table. “Let’s go.”
I stifle the sigh of relief that threatens to come to the surface. Even though I would love to spend more time with Parker and Penny, I can’t be around Whitney.
There is no way that I would be able to act like I hadn’t had the best weekend of my life with her.
Chapter Four
Whitney
Ilookaroundtheroom, searching for my packing cubes. In a couple days, I head back to Keene, and I want to make sure that I have everything.
Humming to myself, I walk into the closet and find my packing cubes hidden in the back corner. I grab them and carry them to the bed where my open suitcase is waiting.
I set a few outfits off to the side for the next few days along with my toiletries case. Everything else is getting packed away today.
“I can’t believe that it’s almost time for you to go home,” Penny says, walking into the room to take a seat in the chair by the desk.
“I know. It seems like I just got here yesterday.”
She kicks her feet up on the edge of the ottoman at the end of the bed. “Are you sure you have to go? I don’t want you to.”
I smile and take a seat on the bed, shoving the suitcase out of the way. “I know, but it feels like it’s time. I’ve been here for a couple weeks. My business can’t be put on hold forever.”
“You know that I would love to help you get set up out here. I have friends who are looking at remodeling their homes soon, and they’re looking for a killer interior designer.”
“I’m not going to rely on your connections to get work, especially if I move out here.” I lean forward and grab her forearm, giving it a light squeeze. “I appreciate how much you want to help me, but this is something I have to do on my own.”
She nods and looks at my suitcase. “I miss you when you’re gone.”
“I miss you too. I wish that I could have visited in the last year, but there was so much going on with the business that I needed to be home for.”
Penny’s smile falls slightly. “I know. What if I told you that there was a way for you to stay here longer? It’s an opportunity that would open you up to a whole world of people who would want to hire you.”
I sigh and pick at a loose thread on my ripped shorts. “Penny, I told you that I don’t want to do work for your friends. Not if they know who I am.”
