Page 69 of Matched with Her Athlete Boss
“Hey,” she says.
“Hey yourself. What are you doing right now?”
“Great question. I’m heading home from my dad’s right now. I’m going to take a shower and then get to bed.” There’s a pause and then she says, “Did any of the shelving units come yet?”
Straight to business. A twinge of doubt hits me. Does she only converse with me because I hired her?
“I haven’t seen any. I’ll make sure to check tomorrow morning.”
“Okay, like, once they’re in, we can put them together and start, like, organizing your life.” Kenzie says the end in a strange accent, as if she’s become a Valley girl suddenly.
I scan the boxes in the garage and groan. Are we going to have to go through all these? “Maybe you should come over tomorrow and we could get started.”
“Putting together invisible shelves?” Kenzie asks with a laugh.
“No, I mean, going through the boxes. Our next date isn’t for two days so we’ve got time. I’m sure there’s a bunch of stuff in them that we can organize before we have shelves. I don’t want to keep everything forever.” But going through them together might be enough time to figure out what she’s feeling, if anything toward me.
There’s a long pause and I open my mouth to speak, except she starts talking again. It sounds like she’s snacking on something.
“—Could do that. It will be a nice break from garbage and mold.”
“Okay, see you tomorrow.”
“I can’t wait to see what little Trey drew for his class assignments,” Kenzie says, giggling.
I grin and say, “Well, you’ll be disappointed. It was either something to do with a rocket or hockey stuff.”
“Maybe we can submit some of it to the Museum of Fine Art. I mean, I feel like an expert after walking through there for two hours today.”
“Not going to happen.”
“See you tomorrow.” Kenzie hangs up and I’m wondering if there’s a way to speed up the docuseries timeline.
31
KENZIE
I’m up early and heading over to Trey’s. This could either be a good thing or a complete disaster. The last time I did the walk-through, he was only partially dressed and using a large blanket to cover up, which makes me laugh now thinking back on it.
Armed with a large jug of water and a few high protein snacks, I think I’ll survive whatever comes today.
I’ve got a key, but it feels weird just walking inside and making myself at home. So, I knock.
“Come in,” Trey’s voice says, startling me.
I open the door and am surprised that the living room floor is covered by totes. Trey walks in from the guest bedroom, carrying one more.
“What’s all this?” I ask, waving to the totes.
“I figured I’d get us started. It will probably be easier and more comfortable to look through most of these while seated on the couch. We can turn on a movie at the same time or do whatever.” Trey grins and I can’t help but match it. He was planning for this to happen.
Sitting on the couch, I drop my bag and my water next to it and open the first tote. Inside are several small trophies and lots of medals. I pull out a few of them, given to him for the best slapshot or taking second place in a tournament ten years ago.
“You should have these displayed,” I say, pointing to the tangle of medals and ribbon. “We could get a shadow box for the medals and then a glass cabinet to display all the trophies.”
“You don’t think that would be weird? I mean, I’ve had these trophies for a long time.”
I shake my head. “But you earned them. It doesn’t matter how long you’ve had them.” Reaching over to my bag, I pull out my notebook.
