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“Two weeks, to be specific.”
“Two weeks?”
Ruby rushes past me to close the front door so the kids don’t hear me shouting.
I nod in thanks and then return my attention to Logan.
“I never saw an email. You should have called when I didn’t reply to let you know I read it.”
He holds his hands up.
“Yeah, I should have, but it’s too late for that now. Your contract technically says I just have to give you notice.”
The silence around us fills the air with tension.
“I’m just...” Ruby says quietly, jerking her thumb over her shoulder at her house and backing up. “I’ll be back in a bit for Max. Oh, unless you want me to take him now? I’m sure you … actually, I don’t know what you need right now. I mean, obviously a place to live, and you only have … you know, I think I’ll just go.”
I’ve never heard that woman ramble in my life.
I think I like it.
“Is that all you stopped by for?” My tone to Logan is anything but kind, and given the circumstances, I’d say it’s fucking valid.
“Yep.”
“Great. Goodbye, Logan.”
“I really am sorry, Declan. I’ll talk with you soon.”
“Yeah, call this time,” I say, and he waves with his back to me.
Fuck.
Two weeks to find a new place and move. Somewhere that doesn’t require a lease, because we’ll be moving into our own house in a few months.
I walk back into the house and freeze at the sounds of Susie and Max laughing.
Susie.
This is going to devastate her. I thought I had time to prepare her for the move across town.
Now I don’t even know where we are going to live for the summer.
CHAPTER FIVE
RUBY
One of the things I missed the most when I was away from Lovers was Sunday breakfast with the family. Some families are fine with a peaceful, quiet breakfast, but I missed the chaos of these moments.
When Max and I used to visit, Luca and Miles made these mornings my son’s favorite. Then Hudson moved home, and even though I know he struggled with Sundays in the beginning, I was still jealous of what I was missing. Of what Max was missing. But this right here, watching my brothers play with Max, this is everything.
“We’re here!” the sweetest voice rings out at my front door.
I smile as she runs past me to the yard, and I roll my eyes at the man walking in behind her.
Even if he was on my mind all of last night after the run-in with his landlord.
His stress level must be at an all-time high. Oddly enough, I did a quick online search for houses for rent in town, but it was slim.
