"I don't know why you keep bringing it up." He pulled off the extra 45lb plate and racked it while she did the same.
"Because I feel bad." She sat down on the bench and tightened her black wrist wraps.
"I'm not mad and I'm also not going anywhere because of it but, it's frustrating yeah. I'm getting sick of taking so many showers." He gave her a little wink.
"Okay." She sighed and arched her back, the first couple of reps at 135lb moved fast, but she struggled hard with six, seven and eight. On the last one she pushed as hard as she could but, Crawford still had to grab it and help her rack it. "Dammit!" She said loudly, Jay, who was training a client, leaned back around a machine and gave her a look.
"Sorry." They loaded Crawford's 285lb back on and she tried not to pout as he easily pumped out ten reps, he smiled at her frown.
"I can still out squat you." She said.
"Very true my love."
The houses Crawford had picked to look at surprised her, she thought he'd pick uptown fancy Goliaths, but a lot of the ones they looked at were more inland, smaller and with lots of property. The sixth and final one of the day was a little further up north on the coast, they took a turn off of the main road and followed a small windy road with driveways shooting off here and there, and at the dead end was a two story log cabin with a wrap around porch, green chimney and garage, less than half a mile away was the beach, it had green trim and shutters on the windows.
"It looks like Lincoln logs." She said while they climbed out of the car.
"This is the one I've been watching for a while, price just dropped." He smiled, she knew this was the one for him, he was lit up like a Christmas tree. The porch creaked as they walked on it, up to the solid green door. When you walked right in it was into an open living room, the dining room and kitchen were separated by a large archway. It was decorated with a rustic cabin feel, oak floors and walls, there was a small cast iron pot belly wood stove in the corner, to the right was a small room and bathroom and a closet under the wide staircase. Upstairs there was a generous linen closet and large bathroom, her jaw dropped when she saw a beautiful, deep white claw foot tub with white, old fashioned nobs. "You like that do you?" He stepped in the room.
"Oh I do." She ran her hands over the smooth porcelain. The master bedroom was huge and there was another equally large room next to it.
It was funny. This property had thick forest all around it, like something you'd see more in Northern California, but then a short walk away you were relaxing on the beach. "There's about two acres, look at this." He opened the door to the matching log garage, it was empty and dusty. "Perfect to hold and work on surfboards."
"Why hasn't anyone picked this up? Seems pretty prime." She ducked under a dusty cobweb.
"The old man who owned it died of a heart attack, people don't like to buy places people died in." She didn't like it either. "I'm going to put an offer on this place." His smile was huge and he looked around, "Do you like it?"
"I think that if you love it, then I love it."
Olivia stood on the beach while he talked to the realtor, it was much different than her beach, there was a small sandy area, but much more rocky terrain that blended right into the out of place forest in San Diego.
"Liv!" He called from the house and she walked on the sand turned rock path back to the gravel driveway. "The wheels are in motion, I'll hear more on Monday." He put his arm around her and they stood behind the car, staring at his possible home to be.
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I choose me.
Ficción General"I choose me" follows the story of Olivia Granger , her life from an orphan, to an athlete and business owner, to a woman whose life turns in a direction she never ever thought it would go, a direction she never even knew could exist. It is a hear...
