Once I’m at the cottage, I unload Oakley’s bags while she chats with my grandparents. I wanted to give them privacy and also needed time to clear my head.
When I’m inside, I walk by the six boxes she shipped. They all weigh a ton, just like her suitcases. Not sure why a painter needs this much s**t for one project. Seems like overkill to me.
I’m already counting down the days until she leaves so I can go back to focusing on my own s**t instead of being her damn babysitter. It’s only been a couple of hours, and her snarky attitude is already making her a major pain in my ass.
major After everything is settled, I lock up, then drive the five miles back to the inn. I was gone for thirty minutes, which should have given them plenty of time. However, my grandparents could talk for hours if y
