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.
