Page 37 of Thanks for the Love
Any news?
I know they’re also on pins and needles waiting to hear if the potential buyer takes the offer. I promised her I’d let her know ASAP but I send her a quick response anyway because that’s what a good agent does.
Not yet. Sit tight.
In the meantime, I’ve also been in touch with a co-worker of Kevin’s who’s interested in selling their home. I’m definitely making the most of the connections I have so far. Hopefully, they pay off.
As the end of the day rolls around, I’m growing more nervous because I still haven’t heard a word about the offer.
“Waiting is so nerve-wracking,” Lila says after I check my phone for the hundredth time.
We drove to the office together today, and she’s been trying to keep me distracted with casual conversation while on our way home.
“It is,” I exclaim. “I know I’ll feel better after I make my first sale. I’m trying to be reasonable because it hasn’t been that long, but I’ve got bills to pay.”
When we pull into our driveway, I immediately notice Theo next door putting a suitcase in his trunk. My heart begins to pound against the walls of my chest, and a wave of panic takes over.Where is he going?
Lila gives me a side glance but doesn’t say anything before heading into the house. I wonder if she could see the worry on my face.
I wave to Theo, and a smile spreads across his face. Yes, it’s only been six days, but I’ve really, really missed that smile.
“How are you?” he calls across the lawn.
Don’t run to him, Gabby.
“I’m fine. Just staying busy in the world of real estate.”
I cringe at my lame response the second the words fall out of my mouth.
We casually walk toward each other. It’s probably more dignified than sprinting toward him and leaping into his arms.
“Good. I expect nothing less,” he says. “I’m actually heading out of town for work.”
My shoulders relax a bit when I hear that he’s only going on a business trip. Seeing him with a suitcase and the thought of him not being next door makes me sick to my stomach.
Gah!Even after all my efforts, why is it so hard to get him out of my mind?
“Oh, cool. I hope you have a safe trip.”
It feels like we should be saying more, but clearly we’re both holding back. At least I am.
“Thank you. Are you getting settled in over there?” he asks, pointing to Lila’s house.
“I am—it’s finally starting to feel like home.”
“And you’re being careful in the kitchen,” he teases.
I scowl, but a giggle manages to escape. “I haven’t attempted to turn on the stove since the pasta incident.”
He glances at his phone. “Whoa. I really should get going.”
I nod as I try to ignore the lump that’s forming in my throat.
“I’ll see you soon.” He hesitates for a few seconds before rushing back to his car.
“Okay. Bye, Theo.”
As I wander back to my house, I feel like I’ve been punched in the gut. Now I’m second guessing everything. Should I have said something, maybe suggest we hang out when he returns? Man, I’m confused.
