I glance again at the bulletin board in front of me, and I’m left with the realization that this search is goingnowhere.
I’m weeks away from my lease ending, and I’m not any closer to finding a new place to go.
My options have dwindled to the point where I really only have one left.
Fuck me.
With a defeated groan, I pull out my phone, shooting off a text to the last person I ever expected.
Lucia
So…
Hi
Ari
Um, hi?
Why are you texting me?
Lucia
Because desperate times call for desperate measures
Ari
What exactly does that mean?
Lucia
That I’m officially desperate
And I don’t want a cardboard box
Ari
Well, I wasn’t expecting that
Lucia
Believe me, I wasn’t either
But I don’t think I have another choice
Can you meet me at Urban Grind so we can talk about it?
Ari
…yeah
I’ll meet you there
I slip my phone back into my pocket and throw my head back, wondering how the hell I went from being an independent woman with my own place to now needing to live with Ari fucking Morgan.
five
Ari