Play The Part (Player Next Door Book 3)

75 | No Intentions of Waiting

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Chapter 75: No Intentions of Waiting

"Hi my love," I spoke into the phone, feeling safe as I descended into a cold dark basement.

His deep, husky voice came through, "You made it to the house?"

I felt safe in his house.

"Yup and it's just like I remembered it," I replied, sliding my hand against the white wall, feeling for a light switch, "Maybe this whole thing will turn into a fun weekend together. We can go in a canoe, I can eat toasted marshmallows while you eat something healthy or we can play volleyball again."

As if I actively contributed to volleyball in the first place.

But Luke likes activities.

"I need a nap," he replied, yawning, "I've been in this car for hours. I literally went to Manhattan for ten minutes."

"Any pics?"

"Somehow, it slipped my mind," the sarcasm dripping in his voice.

"Not what you signed up for this morning?" I teased him, thinking how crazy it was that we were rolling around in the grass of his front lawn just a few hours ago.

And now he's on the interstate and I'm at his lake house.

He cleared his throat, "Not exactly."

I imagined him in the driver seat of his black jeep wrangler, probably speeding and wearing the black t shirt I saw him off in. Black always made his blue eyes pop more.

"Bingo," I rejoiced as the lights flickered on and lit up the basement.

I looked around at the big boxes of holiday decorations, toys, appliances and bikes of various sizes, from when Luke and Charlotte were young children.

There was also a treadmill, and some rolled up yoga mats.

"Where do you keep those walkie talkies again?" I asked him, "And do you have a phone charger? I'm running low on battery after spending all morning with Roneal on the phone."

I listened to him tell me directions and thought about what life could be like together one day. One day, when we have our own place and our own boxes of memories.

Maybe those little bikes could have a second life.

"You found it?" he asked.

"Sorry, can you say that one more time? Go left?" I woke up out of my daze.

"Go right, there's a wall of boxes and in the middle shelf, you should see two boxes with indoor and outdoor appliances written in a black sharpie. Pick the outdoor one."

"Got it," I nodded, finding it easy enough. I wrapped my arms around the big brown box, heaving as I tried to pull it out.

"Want to explain why Oma's with you?" Luke asked me casually, "When I said not to speak to anyone, you end up with Oma in the car?"

"She's great, isn't she?" I huffed and puffed, lowering the box on the ground, "She's upstairs right now making a delicious lunch for us."

"I didn't know you two were close."

"We're not really, but I'm always open to a new friend," I shrugged, opening the box and diving into the contents, "She's always been nice to me. But she's best friends with Bianca, how close can we really be?"