Chapter Ten
“I hate moving,” I grumbled, dropping the cardboard box on the floor. I didn’t care what was in it, I had enough of dragging stuff back and forth. Why did we have so much stuff and why did Rachel have to bring it all?
“Just a couple more boxes… until we get to the last row… of more boxes…” Martin muttered, his own voice sounding just as exhausted as mine.
“But I finished your rail!” Hector chimed in as he emerged from the guest room, or as it was now known, Rachel and Lola’s room. The way his muscles bulged as he carried another heavy bag inside just made me want to lick him. But it wasn’t playtime, no right now was moving-time.
I used a towel to dab the sweat from my forehead and threw it down on the table. “Bah, I hate moving.”
“So you said,” Todd muttered sarcastically,
