Page 64 of Sweet Surrender
It didn’t take long to arrange a removal truck, thanks to my new creditcard. It showed just how far money could get you when you had access to unlimited pots of cash.
Within an hour, the removal men arrived and loaded up the furniture Ihad selected to go. I didn’t have a clue how much each piece had cost Nash, but I chose what looked like the most expensive, and as the men loaded the items into the truck, I couldn’t help but feel triumphant.
If Nash wanted to play, I was only too willing.
I wasn’t a complete bitch though, not only did I keep a small table bythe front door, and the dining room table, but I arranged for the furniture to be put into storage, vowing that Nash could have it back when he gave me my sketchbooks.
Once the truck left, I called Aaron and asked him to take me intothe city, where I spent several hours browsing different charity shops, trying to find the mosthideousfurniture to buy.
It was a lot of fun, and once again using the credit card, I promisedto donate a hefty sum to various charities if they could arrange for delivery immediately.
I went home smiling from ear to ear with what I had accomplished. Especially as most of my purchases came from a charity raising money to help support people caring for loved ones with dementia, something I held very close to my heart.
Once all the furniture was unloaded, I spent thenext few hours rearranging my new purchases.
I couldn’t decide if my favorite item was the lime green couch, complete with suspicious-looking brown stains, or the new coffee table which was in the shape of a plastic burger, complete with buns, meat patty, and green lettuce. I guessedBurger Kinghad donated this piece of furniture for some bizarre reason.
The place looked like a junkyard lover’s wet dream, and I was sureNash would love the new look as much as I did.
When the sound of the front door closing echoed through thehallways, I tried my best to hide my mischievous smile.
“Savannah?” Nash called.
“In here,”I replied from where I was sitting on a bright pink chair shaped like a hand.
Nash rounded the door, freezing when he saw the new furniture.
“Hello, husband. How was your day?” I said, smiling brightly at him.
He didn’t reply for a few seconds as his eyes scanned the room. Hisjaw clenched as a flash of anger crossed his face, but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared.
“My day got a lot better coming home to you, sweetheart,” hereplied, crossing the room to where I was spinning in the hand chair, and kicking my feet like a little kid. Reaching me, he bent down and stopped the chair from spinning before giving me a quick kiss on the lips. “I see you decided to do some shopping.”
There wasn’t a single hint of anger in his tone, and my browsfurrowed in confusion. Surely under his calm exterior, he was secretly seething?
“Well, you said at dinner yesterday that we could change things if Iwanted to,” I replied, giving him my best innocent look.
“I did say that, and I think you’ve done a great job.” I gaped at him,puzzled as all hell as to his reaction. Why was he not losing his shit? “I particularly like the new picture. You picked well,” he said proudly.
My eyes darted over to the huge picture hanging on the wall, thepicture of a goose dressed as a queen with a regal gown, and a shiny crown perched on its head.
Nash smiled at me as I met his eyes again, my mouth practicallydropping to the floor.
“I’ve arranged a treat for us tonight but we need to leave in about tenminutes if you want to get changed,” he said, turning to walk out of the room. “Oh, and you’ll need to pack an overnight bag.”
With that, he disappeared leaving me staring after him and wonderingwho the hell this new version of my husband was.
I didn’t want to admit it, but the treat Nash planned was quite possiblythe best treat I’d ever had.
Liam rarely surprised me, and when he did, it was usually with thingsheliked to do, like going to an ice hockey game or going to the movies to see a film he wanted to watch.
I nevergrumbled because I knew he enjoyed those things. Butwhenever I asked him to come with me to things like fashion shows, or a day at the beach, he’d always find a reason to not come, so it was a novelty that Nash had done something nice for me.
Admittedly, I thought he was up to something. When Brian stoppedour car at Lake Mead Marina where rows of boats were moored, I initially thought Nash was going to take me out to sea and throw me overboard for getting rid of his furniture.
Or for giving him the shits.
That fear was only compounded when Nash took my hand andguided me to a small speedboat where a man waited by the wheel. After greeting us, he started the engine and pulled out of the marina.
