Cindy Powell uses detective work that she learned from her father as a young girl in her job as a real estate mogul Benson Easton's assistant. Benson needs to know every detail about an associate before doing business with them. It's Cindy who digs...
"Sometimes letting things go is an act of far greater power than defending by hanging on." Eckhart Tolle
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It's move-in day, and I'm delighted to take this next step with Sam. I try to put the past couple of days behind me to concentrate on this day and this day only. I'm glad that I have this move to keep my mind occupied.
I look towards Sam, driving the rented U-Haul like he owns it. One hand is on the steering wheel; the other is holding mine with interlocked fingers. I can't believe how lucky I am to have such a wonderful man who fiercely loves me.
He catches me staring. "Do I have something on my face?"
I laugh, "No, Babe. I was thinking about how lucky I am to have you, and I'm so excited to be officially moved in today."
He turns back towards the road with a massive grin. I'm the lucky one, and as far as I'm concerned, I already consider you officially moved into our home; I did the moment I asked you to live with me."
"Awe, Sam. I love you!"
"I love you, too." He pulls the truck up along the curb in front of my townhouse. Pete and Millie are already there. They have some boxes waiting on the driveway for the men to load into the U-Haul.
Sam leans over to kiss me. "Are you ready for this? There's no turning back once that first box is loaded."
"I'm so ready, Detective Kidwell." I grin. "The question is, are you ready for all of this every day and night?" I move my hands up and down my body.
His eyes darken. "Hell, yeah, so ready!"
We kiss, and then I get the donuts and coffee from the console between us. I hop out as Millie approaches me, jumping up and down like an excited child.
"Donuts!" Millie screams and grabs the bag of donuts from me.
I laugh, "Good morning to you, too."
I can hardly understand her as she shoves a chocolate-covered donut into her mouth. "Mmm, good morning."
"Coffee?" I ask as I extend the morning nectar to her. She nods and takes the cup from me.
"Are you sharing, Darling?" Pete smirks at Millie's antics.
She pouts and reluctantly hands him the bag. He chooses one and smartly hands it back to her.
"Save some for us," Sam requests as he walks over to my side of the truck.
Millie grabs another donut before handing the bag to Sam. I hand out the rest of the coffee, and Sam gives me my favorite jelly donut. We all take a moment to sugar up our energy gauge.
My Dad ended up not being able to help out. He pulled a muscle in his back helping Clueless into his truck.
It takes two hours to load up the truck. The back of the moving van goes into storage, and the front to Sam's and my home. Millie and I go through the townhouse to ensure we have everything while the men take the truck to my rental unit to unload half before heading to the house.
