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Then again, Shirleen being all that was Shirleen, they didn’t have much of a choice.
Javi had opinions about his blanket, and definitely his chair, and he’d picked out his wineglasses himself (and he chose well). Not to mention, he was the one to put his foot down about the top-of-the-line nutribullet.
So maybe guys were into that kind of thing too.
“It’s about time you got here,” Ally complained to Shirleen.
Shirleen barely glanced at her.
She was all about Raye. “How many times have I remarked on how fabulous your organization system is in your apartment?”
“Uh-oh,” Raye mumbled, getting big eyes and darting them to me.
“And how many times have you told me Harlow did it for you?” Shirleen kept at her.
“Shir—” Raye started.
“And how many times have you said you’d talk to her about coming over and sorting me and my Moses out?” Shirleen demanded.
I sat straight in my chair, a trill of excitement going through me.
“I’m sorry, I keep forgetting to mention it,” Raye said to Shirleen. Then to me she repeated, “I’m sorry.”
“And you.” Shirleen turned on me. “Nancy isn’t even in her house, and you’re at the casita, offering to Marie Kondo the shit out of her new place. Where were you when me and Moses were moving in?” She didn’t let me answer. “Here. But you didn’t offer that to me.”
“Well—”
I didn’t get any further either.
Shirleen started looking all around the ceiling, asking, “When’s the time you most need someone to come in and toss out your junk and get you situated? Oh, I don’t know.” Her laser stare abruptly landed on me. “When you move in!”
“Strictly speaking, you should throw out the junk before you make the move,” I educated her.
Her eyes narrowed.
Yikes.
Roam made a noise deep in his throat that sounded like half-laughter, half-something very different.
“I’m neck deep in Louboutins,” she outlined her very first-world problem. “Something has to give. And it’s not like I’m asking for a freebie. I’d pay you.”
Oh my God!
That was when Javi made a noise, also deep in his throat, but it was all happy.
“You will?” I chirped.
She pointed a perfectly manicured finger in my face. “Next Saturday. First, you come over and look at the mountain you gotta climb. Then we go to the Container Store.”
Outside of spending all day having sex with Javi, that was my favorite thing to do.
And I was seeing how she could be the operations manager for a bunch of bad-A’s and totally why Roam and Cap let her have her way (most of the time).
She could really lay down the law.
“You’re on!” I cried.
Javi, who had his arm resting along the back of my chair, started stroking the nape of my neck with a finger.