really did have plans and couldn’t make it.
“Hey, where are you off to?” Kaitlin asked, drawing her out of her thoughts.
Shaking her head and forcing a smile, she said, “Sorry, just organizing my week in my mind.”
Kaitlin placed the last pair of Sophia’s shoes in a box, then walked over and gave her a big hug. “I’m so happy you’re moving close. It’s going to be like old times again.”
Sophia returned the hug. “Yeah, old times.” Too bad she couldn’t go back in time and change the events of the last few months. She’d handled everything poorly.
Inspections
One week later, Sophia was ready to crash from exhaustion. She had signed the lease on the house months ago, sight unseen. It was perfect for her, and she was so glad that Kaitlin had found it.
She’d trusted Kaitlin’s taste. Plus, Kaitlin knew the area. Besides, Sophia hadn’t had the time to even look for a place. This ended up being the perfect solution.
The little three-bedroom ranch was recently remodeled and almost four times the size of her loft in Manhattan. It didn’t matter that it was half the size of some of the houses she’d lived in growing up. Her parents always had to have the biggest and the best, and each marriage her mother entered into resulted in grander houses in better neighborhoods.
Her father was no different. Each new wife wanted more than the one before. Before Sophia was eighteen and left for college, she had moved no less than ten times with whatever parent had custody of her. And an equal amount of moves with her other parent. Packing had become second nature to her, but that didn’t mean she liked to do it.
Living for six years in Manhattan was the longest she’d ever stayed in one place, let alone one city. At the end, she had gotten itchy feet, though. There was nothing keeping her there any longer.
Sitting down on the couch and slipping off her four-inch heels, she rested her feet on the coffee table, laid her head back and took a few deep breaths. Tax season was in full swing—probably not the wisest time to have made the move. Not that she had a say in the matter.
As sad as it was, she was grateful it was Friday night and she had no plans other than a nice soak in the new claw-foot tub in the master bath.
Months ago on a Friday night she would have rushed home, changed clothes quickly, then dashed out the door for a date. Regardless of a twelve-hour day, let alone a seventy-hour week.
Things had changed though. It wasn’t like there were that many places to go on a Friday night in Saratoga. At least nothing like she was used to. She was looking forward to life in the slow lane. The change would be a good one.
She stood up to make her way toward her waiting bath, hearing the bubbles calling her name, when her phone went off on the coffee table. It was only a reminder alert. Everything in her life was planned and organized just so. It had to be. She was way too busy with work and too fearful of forgetting an important meeting.
Too many people in her life had seen the blonde hair and green eyes, the curvy body and flirtatious manner, and labeled her as an airhead. Little did they know she had graduated in the top ten percent of her class from Stanford University. She never broadcasted it. She didn’t need to. But it also meant she had to work harder to get where she was.
Picking up her phone, she saw the reminder that at ten tomorrow morning the landlord was coming over to see if everything was fine and to show her around the place more.
Sophia didn’t need to waste her time with that. She had already found everything she needed in the house. But it would be nice to meet with the landlord and get to know him in person in case she had any problems with the house. Not that she expected any. The place was pretty much brand new.
***
“Don’t forget about the new tenant inspections tomorrow,” Mary called out to no one in particular.
Alec Harper looked at his twin
“Hey, where are you off to?” Kaitlin asked, drawing her out of her thoughts.
Shaking her head and forcing a smile, she said, “Sorry, just organizing my week in my mind.”
Kaitlin placed the last pair of Sophia’s shoes in a box, then walked over and gave her a big hug. “I’m so happy you’re moving close. It’s going to be like old times again.”
Sophia returned the hug. “Yeah, old times.” Too bad she couldn’t go back in time and change the events of the last few months. She’d handled everything poorly.
Inspections
One week later, Sophia was ready to crash from exhaustion. She had signed the lease on the house months ago, sight unseen. It was perfect for her, and she was so glad that Kaitlin had found it.
She’d trusted Kaitlin’s taste. Plus, Kaitlin knew the area. Besides, Sophia hadn’t had the time to even look for a place. This ended up being the perfect solution.
The little three-bedroom ranch was recently remodeled and almost four times the size of her loft in Manhattan. It didn’t matter that it was half the size of some of the houses she’d lived in growing up. Her parents always had to have the biggest and the best, and each marriage her mother entered into resulted in grander houses in better neighborhoods.
Her father was no different. Each new wife wanted more than the one before. Before Sophia was eighteen and left for college, she had moved no less than ten times with whatever parent had custody of her. And an equal amount of moves with her other parent. Packing had become second nature to her, but that didn’t mean she liked to do it.
Living for six years in Manhattan was the longest she’d ever stayed in one place, let alone one city. At the end, she had gotten itchy feet, though. There was nothing keeping her there any longer.
Sitting down on the couch and slipping off her four-inch heels, she rested her feet on the coffee table, laid her head back and took a few deep breaths. Tax season was in full swing—probably not the wisest time to have made the move. Not that she had a say in the matter.
As sad as it was, she was grateful it was Friday night and she had no plans other than a nice soak in the new claw-foot tub in the master bath.
Months ago on a Friday night she would have rushed home, changed clothes quickly, then dashed out the door for a date. Regardless of a twelve-hour day, let alone a seventy-hour week.
Things had changed though. It wasn’t like there were that many places to go on a Friday night in Saratoga. At least nothing like she was used to. She was looking forward to life in the slow lane. The change would be a good one.
She stood up to make her way toward her waiting bath, hearing the bubbles calling her name, when her phone went off on the coffee table. It was only a reminder alert. Everything in her life was planned and organized just so. It had to be. She was way too busy with work and too fearful of forgetting an important meeting.
Too many people in her life had seen the blonde hair and green eyes, the curvy body and flirtatious manner, and labeled her as an airhead. Little did they know she had graduated in the top ten percent of her class from Stanford University. She never broadcasted it. She didn’t need to. But it also meant she had to work harder to get where she was.
Picking up her phone, she saw the reminder that at ten tomorrow morning the landlord was coming over to see if everything was fine and to show her around the place more.
Sophia didn’t need to waste her time with that. She had already found everything she needed in the house. But it would be nice to meet with the landlord and get to know him in person in case she had any problems with the house. Not that she expected any. The place was pretty much brand new.
***
“Don’t forget about the new tenant inspections tomorrow,” Mary called out to no one in particular.
Alec Harper looked at his twin
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