Page 16 of Didn't Stay in Vegas
“Callyn?” Emma asked, and I jumped at the sound of her voice and felt my face go red.
“Yup,” I said, cracking the tape on the box and yanking out the first thing my hand could find, which turned out to be a candle.
“Where should I put this?” I said, not able to meet her eyes.
“Can I smell it? You know how picky I am about scents.” She took the candle from me and inhaled deeply. “Oh, I like that. Smells like pine and campfire.”
“Yeah,” I said, still trying to snap myself back to normal. Emma took the candle from me and made some space on the mantle. Yes, she had a fireplace, which was sheer luxury in the city. She lit it and inhaled.
“Should we order some food? I’m starved.” I was hungry too. Moving was exhausting work. My back was going to be angry tomorrow.
“Sure,” I said, pulling some other items out of the box. Emma pulled up the app to order and asked me what I was feeling like.
“Since it’s your first night here, you get to choose where we order from.” She handed me the phone and I scrolled through. Hell yeah, way better options than my old place.
“What are you thinking?” I didn’t want to order from anywhere that she wouldn’t like.
“I’m open to anything. Get what you want.”
“What about . . .” I trailed off and scrolled. “Pasta? I need carbs.” I added eggplant parmesan and garlic knots and Emma went for spaghetti and meatballs.
“And cake. We need cake,” she pointed out.
“Always.” I added two pieces of chocolate cake to the order and some seltzer waters.
Emma had cleared everything out of the room, except for the bed.
“Where is all your shit?” I asked.
“Uh, closet? Basement storage. Some of it is in my room now. Is this going to work for you?” This room was way bigger than my old bedroom. I wouldn’t even know what to do with all this space. I’d lived in Boston so long that I’d forgotten what reasonable living quarters looked like.
“You didn’t have to do that,” I said again, but she waved me off and brought in another box.
“You’re my best friend. I’d do anything for you.”
“Plus, I’m your wife,” I called to her, as I pulled some bedding from a box and started making the bed.
“Exactly!” she called back.
