"I figured. Thank God everything I own is worthless."
Sighing, I ignore her sarcastic comment and type out a quick text to Sandra, the Realtor.
"I just contacted a Realtor I know. I told her we need a fast close. In the meantime, why don't we stay in my grandmother's guesthouse?"
"Your grandmother has a guesthouse?"
"Yeah, it's just a little two-bedroom cottage on her property that she has for relatives to stay in when they visit. Last week when I talked to her about all this, she offered it to us until we figured this out."
She chews her lower lip and looks at me skeptically. "I don't know, Talon. I hate to impose on people I don't even know. I don't want your family to think badly of me, and so far, it seems like they don't have a very good opinion of me. First, you called your mom and told her I pretty much suck, then your brother is talking about sticky sheets…"
"Asia, come on. My mom understands our struggle. She writes fucking romance novels. Actually, I'm pretty sure she helped set us up just so she can get some good material out of us. And my brother is just an insensitive dick. Gram is the sweetest person ever; she wants to help. It makes her feel good. And she'll feed us."
She smiles and her shoulders relax a little. "All right, that's very sweet of her. And Pixie can come?"
The blogging, fan-mongering, dwarf cat is gonna be trouble, I can feel it. "Yes, but not wearing that thing on its head."
"Fine."
"Pack whatever you and the rodent need for a few days, and we'll come back for the rest of your stuff when we find our own place."
"Okay, I'll just need a few minutes."
I follow her down the narrow, dim hall to her bedroom. "Will your car be okay here for a few days? Or should we bring it to Gram's? You could follow me."
"Um…I don't have a car," she says from the closet.
"Oh. Did someone steal it already?" I joke, studying her bed, which is just a mattress on the floor with no box spring and no headboard. She's got a dark purple curtain hanging over the wall it's against like a mock window, which is actually pretty cool. I like how she puts something where there was nothing and creates her own little vision.
"Very funny." She comes out of the closet with some clothes and puts them into a suitcase. "Maybe I should just stay here and you go to your place until we can move in together? Maybe we need to de-stress a little and let this all sink in."
I lean against the doorframe and shake my head at her. "Yeah, I'd like to get away from you too, sugar, but we're supposed to stay together. That's the idea."
Frowning, she goes to a small dresser and pulls out some panties that my eyes zero in on before she quickly shoves them into the suitcase. "This just feels so…"
"Strange?" I offer.
"Yes."