right. Poor Ken. If he only knew that the office gossip was now me and I didn’t even have an office any more.
“Oh, yeah, probably so,” he said, his eyebrows still furrowed. Now he was probably thinking I was some kind of freak.
“But you know, if he has a swimming pool, his house rent is probably outrageously expensive. And who needs that? That’s why we’re moving in together. We need to save everything we can. Every penny. We are going to just pitch in together and save money.” Now I was a rambling fool.
“That’s probably true,” he said thoughtfully. “Maybe it would be a better idea if he moved in with me. I’ll have to give him a call and see if he’s even interested.”
“Exactly. Just give him a call and see if he’s interested. I’ll bet he is. He seemed like an interested kind of guy.” I was sounding crazier by the minute. Yep, Matt, you are about to get a crazy neighbor. Certifiable. And one who is possibly a stalker.
“Thanks Tara. I think I’ll give him a call. Well, I guess I’ll be seeing you around,” he said and pulled his front door open. He stopped and looked back at me. “Hey, if you girls need any help moving, let me know. I’d be glad to help out. After all, I’ve got plenty of time with no job to go to.”
I smiled so big my face felt like it would crack in two. “Thanks Matt, we would appreciate that. I mean, really, really appreciate it!”
He nodded at me and disappeared inside his apartment. I was nearly giddy with excitement. What had come over me? We were both unemployed. That was no way to begin a relationship. If he wanted a relationship, that is. I still had no idea if his girlfriend was still around. But maybe, just maybe…
I turned around and found I had an audience of three. The apartment manager and Kathryn and Jillian were all staring at me. Oh dear. I had probably sounded so desperate. Oh well. No shame here. Or at least not much.
Kathryn smiled at me. “We are going to go to the manager’s office and fill out paperwork,” she said, speaking slowly as if to someone that wasn’t terribly bright.
Jillian grinned at me.
“Sounds good,” I said. It sounded very good to me.
CHAPTER FIVE
So we did it. We rented the apartment next to tall, dark, and gorgeous. Okay, here’s the thing. I’m not usually the girl that gets terribly goo-goo-eyed about a guy. I mean, sure, I like them. A lot. Just like any other red-blooded American girl. But there was something about Matt. I don’t know. I was trying not to read too much into it, but I had a feeling that there was something special there. Now if I could only convince him of it. So far, he didn’t seem to be terribly interested. But maybe living next door, I could change all that.
A few days later, there was a pounding on my door. I have to admit that with no work waiting for me in the mornings, I had begun to stay up later. And I was sleeping in later. I forced my eyes open and made myself get out of bed, pulled on my pink fuzzy robe and white fuzzy bunny slippers, and stumbled to the door. Don’t judge. I love fuzzy bunny slippers.
I looked through the peephole and saw Kathryn and Jillian. “You guys better be bearing coffee to be waking me up at this hour,” I said loudly through the door as I unlocked it.
I swung the door open, and honest to goodness, they WERE bearing coffee. What were friends for?
“What do you mean at this hour? It’s 9:30!” Kathryn said as she handed me a cup and pushed past me.
“Oh thank you!” I said as I inhaled the beautiful aroma of a caramel latte.
“You are getting kind of lazy in your unemployment, Tara,” Jillian said.
I had to agree. But right then I was inhaling the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee and could care less what anyone thought of my laziness.
“Well I
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