Not yet.
But enough to tell me that my words had finally reached her.
She looked down at the phone.
“What’s the room with the garden like?”
Andrew showed her the listing.
“Small. Clean. The woman renting it works from home three days a week. She’s looking for someone who cleans up after themselves and respects quiet hours.”
Kayla narrowed her eyes.
“That sounds suspiciously like a job interview.”
“It might be the first step toward one.”
She handed the phone back.
“I’m not moving today.”
“Nobody said you had to.”
“And I’m not promising I’ll take any of those rooms.”
“Nobody asked you to promise that, either,” I said.
She stared at us for another moment, then turned toward the stairs.
“Fine. I’m going to get dressed.”
Andrew nodded.
“Excellent. I’ll alert the newspapers.”
She spun around.
“You’re enjoying this way too much.”
“No,” he said. “I’m enjoying my coffee. You’re making it memorable.”
