Nothing To Fear

7. Moving In

The next week, movers were at Stevie's house taking things from her room to bring to the Buckingham's manner. She did a look around her whole house making sure she didn't need anything in particular. After scanning the place, she covered all of the furniture with sheets, so it wouldn't collect dust over the time she was gone.

…

Pulling up to the manner, she could already see Lindsey directing the movers as to where her things were going.

Lindsey, right away noticed her black Mercedes as she parked on the street. He stood waiting for her to meet him.

"Hi," he smiled with his hands resting loosely on his sides.

"Hi, how are you?" she smiled as she approached him.

"I'm good and you?" he watched her black flowy dress dance slightly in the gentle wind.

"I'm fine," she put her head down as she watched her step.

"Cute car," he chuckled.

"Thank you," she laughed as she turned back to look at it. "I've had that car since I was sixteen."

"Really?" he turned back to look at it. "You must really take care of—looks brand new."

"From far," she chuckled. "No, but my brother takes care of it for me." she mentioned as they walked to the front door, trying to dodge the movers.

"I really hope you like it here," he stuffed his hands in his pockets as his eyes were fixated on the ground as he walked.

"I'm sure I will. You guys seem to be humble."

"Humble," he murmured through a laugh. As he they walked was also staring at her large high heel boots. He just wondered how tall she was, since she was still shorter than him.

She chuckled. "Are the kids awake?" she asked.

"Uh, I don't know," he shook away his thoughts mentally. "The girls came into our room to sleep in the bed with their mom. I was going to my studio."

She nodded. "How's Will? I understand, he knows what's going on."

"Um... he's okay, I guess," Lindsey kind of shrugged. "He visits her every day in the morning."

"Oh, that's sweet," she looked up to see her boss' face.

"I can tell he's scared."

"Oh, I'm sure he is," Stevie replied. "It's a big thing to come and if it does. But he's prepared," she assured him.

"Yeah..." he trailed. He then looked up to see her staring softly. "Should I tell them to get ready?" he asked.

"Oh, no—it's Sunday. I've no plans to teach them on Sundays and I would really rather them spend time with their mom. It'll give me a moment to unpack and settle things the way I'd like."

"For sure—take all the time you need," he smiled.

"Thank you, though I should be able to knock it all out today. It isn't much and I hate when things take days at a time. I'm quite impatient," she laughed.

"You seem to have all the patience in the world," he laughed. "I saw a piano being moved—yours?"

"Well, if it came out of the truck..." she chuckled.

"Duh, it must be yours," he shook his head rolling his eyes at himself. "Do you play?"

"Mm, not professionally but just enough for when I write songs."

"You write songs?" he took a step closer. He had become more and more intrigued every one of the times he'd spoken to her. And this small aspect just grabbed him.