Sixty-Two

Gia

Jaxton said we could stay at his place for as long as we liked, but we didn't want to impose. Two weeks passed, and I felt awkward about putting him out. He insisted it was fine, volunteering to stay at his parents’ house to give us some privacy. We’d scoured the real estate pages like hawks, but nothing caught our eyes. I didn’t like the idea of a log cabin in the mountains, and Kian didn’t want to move to the suburbs. The barn conversion we kept talking about seemed more appealing day by day. Kian was keen to take on the construction side of things, whereas I was happy to observe as the project manager. He would do all the donkey work, and all I would have to do was make it look pretty.

“Come sit down, your coffee is getting cold,” I called out to Kian who was searching high and low for a phone charger.

I noticed it poking out beneath the newspaper on the kitchen table, and I chuckled to myself. He stalked back into the room with the look of doom etched across his face, then slu