Page 35 of The Right Garza
Maggie and I were roomies back when we worked with Slim, so we’re somewhat familiar with each other’s habits. She has her irritants, like being a nudist and eating all my food, but compared to the nightmare of a housemate that Ellie was, Maggie will be a darling to live with.
I didn’t clear the decision with Trent, but I doubt he’ll have a problem with it since she’s his old flame and all.
“You want java?” she asks. “I’ll be pulling an all-nighter working on these concepts.”
“I think I’ve had one too many cups today.” I wiggle my toes, not sure if I love or hate this purple polish. “Oh, don’t forget to email that rec list we talked about. I want to begin feeling out labor costs.”
“Righty-O, boss.”
As I roll my eyes, my phone jigs across the coffee table with a text notification. Carefully, I straighten out my legs and reach for it.
When I see the text is from Trent, I snort. I haven’t heard from this hellion in a hot minute.
Trent:What you doing?
Me:Well damn. You got my hopes up. When I didn’t hear from you I thought you forgot about me. I was all giddy about my plan to sneak away and slip under the radar.
Trent:Where would you even go?
Me:That’s for me to know.
Trent:I’d find you. I’d always find you
Me:Hmm. Because you drugged me and planted a tracking chip in me?
Trent:What are you doing right now?
Me:Painting my toenails.
Trent:How productive
Me:I was on my feet all day today running around this big old place. Nothing is wrong with taking a few minutes to show them some TLC.
Trent:TLC would be a nice, slow massage from strong hands, not nail polish
Me:You offering?
Trent:I’ve never been the “nice guy”, Lexi. If I’m massaging your feet, I’m massaging other places too. Still want it?
Me:No thanks.
Trent:*laughing emoji*
Me:What are you doing?
Trent:Working
Me:Must be really boring if you’re texting me.
Trent:*GIF of a sleepy cat nodding off in a corner*
Trent:Come keep me company?
Me:At work?
Trent:Yeah
Me:Nah. I’m a little beat. This “task” you’ve given me is tiring.
