Page 42 of Salvage Him

I rolled my eyes and stoodbackup.

Harrison smiled andsalutedher.

She winked back and continued into the house out ofsight.

"I finished the stairs to your office this morning, too,”Harrisonsaid.

"Really," I said with a silly grin onmyface.

"Yeah, go check them out." Harrisonsmiled.

"I love this. It's like Christmas." I squeezed hisshoulder.

"What can I say? I like to see yousmile."

I squealed and skipped down the stairs. I stoppedmidway.

"We're okay, right?" Iasked.

He winked and continued to work on thebanister.

My insideswarmed.

I went to findAbbie.

"B,this bathroom is as big as our first apartment." She stood in the area that will soon be theshower.

"Youlikeit?"

"Well, I don't know. It doesn't look like you." She ran her hand down the cream stonetilewall.

I narrowedmyeyes.

"Yet." She walked over and placed her hands on my shoulders. "I think it's great. I'm happy for you." She pulled me in for a hug and squeezed me so tight I couldn'tbreathe.

"What was that for?" Iasked.

"I miss you.” Shepouted.

Ipoutedback.

"Come on. Let's go check out the guesthouse. So you'll have your own little place next time you come visit." I pulled her bythehand.

"Okay, but you owe me like five visits." Abbie squeezedmyhand.

"Three visits,"Isaid.

"Nope. I am up seventotwo."

"Five."

"See, you always forget my trips to Jersey," she said in her best Jersey girlaccent.

"That doesn'tcount."

"Different state. It counts." We laughed as I pulled her through the house and intotheback.

Harrison made the door to the guesthouse dark wood with eight frosted glass windowpanes. A sign across the front said wetpaint.