Page 5 of Misfortune and Mr. Right

No need to treat us. You’re family. Just get yourself home to Serendipity Springs.

LOGAN

That’s the plan.

I set my phone down and check the clock. The moving company should be here any minute. As if I summoned them with my thoughts, there’s a firm knock at the front door. Rhett gives the obligatory wheezy bark and then he trots behind me, curious and eager but still cautious.

“Hey,” I greet the two men at the door.

Rhett barks and then spins in a circle.

“Mr. Alexander?” The guy holding the clipboard asks.

“That’s me.”

“We’re here to move your stuff.”

Was I slightly ambitious by hiring a moving company before the final job offer was firm? Yes. But I figured if Barnes didn’t hire me, I’d get another job. I’m ready to head home. Boston has been great. I can’t explain it, but I feel a magnetic tug to return home. It’s persistent and relentless.

I wave the moving guys in while Rhett dances around their feet, begging for attention.

Four hours later, all my belongings are safely packed into a moving van, and Rhett and I are on the road out of Boston, heading to our new life in Serendipity Springs.

I’m pulling into Gil’s driveway when I get a call from an unknown number with the Serendipity Springs area code. I push the Bluetooth connection on my steering wheel to take the call.

“Mr. Alexander?”

I don’t know how old I’ll be when I finally adjust to being called by the name I associate with my dad.

“Yes?”

“I’m calling on behalf of Archer Gaines.”

“Archer Gaines?”

The name rings a bell, but I can’t place it.

“From The Serendipity. About the apartment?”

“Oh. Yes. Yes.”

“Your application was approved. The apartment is empty, so you can move in as soon as we receive your deposit. You’ll be in 2B. The one you preferred when you toured. The one with the park-side view.”

“That’s great news. Thank you.”

“I’m emailing you the links so you can finalize everything online.”

“Okay. Thank you again.”

“Welcome to your new home, Mr. Alexander.”

My new home.

I hang up the call and smile over at Rhett.

“Well, big guy. We got our apartment. Everything is falling into place better than I could have wished for.”

Rhett snorts. It’s a good snort. The kind that means he’s happy that I’m happy.

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