Friday morning
"Come on. We can go sign the paper and get the keys." I was bouncing up and down like a kid on Christmas morning. And hell, it practically was Christmas morning for me. Ms. Goldie had called, Willow's ring was ready. Then Scott called. The closing was this afternoon.
My girl came out of the bathroom. Her hair was in a weird ball of knots on the top of her head. She glared at me. "Do you have any chocolate?"
My eyes widened. Oh s**t. I slowly shook my head.
Her eyes narrowed down to slits. "We're stopping for chocolate on the way."
"Sure, cupcake. Anything you say."
She nodded at me, walked to the suitcase. She lifted up everything she'd brought. Even some of the clothes she'd already worn. She threw everything back in it after a short minute and loosed a loud snarl.
