sixteen
“You’re about as organized as I am when I move,” Ester said, picking up her wine glass.
Nya had actually moved apartment yesterday. She was pretty sure Archer had paid over the odds for the movers, or maybe he’d threatened their lives because they were damn efficient. There was no company name on the van they brought, so she didn’t even know if the guys were official.
It didn’t take her long to pack up her belongings because she didn’t own that many things. They got everything out of her place in less than an hour and it was sort of bittersweet to lock the door for the final time. When she returned the key to the landlord, he was grinning ear to ear, happy that he could let the place again and keep the money Archer had already paid him.
Ester had arrived in Archer’s car as the
