Outside Major’s new place, the three of us stood looking way up to his front window, and then back at all the stuff in the U-Haul. One thing seemed certain—there would never be an HRH moving company.
“Grab the biggest thing first?” Major asked.
“That’s what she said.”
Abby groaned.
Since she went for the headboard, Major and I took his mattress.
“So this new guy of yours, Mick…” Abby walked behind us. “Beyond looks, green eyes, and armpit hair—”
“I told her about the armpit hair on the way over…Bluetooth,” Major said.
“What other qualities would he need to have to be your idea of perfect?”
“Hmm.” I wiped my forehead on my shoulder. It was a little after nine in the morning, and already I was sweating. “Well, he has to love animals, which I think he probably does, considering how he
