Page 76 of Matched with Her Athlete Boss
“Comfortable.” Trey nods, looking over the large selection. He turns to me with another smile and slowly sits down on the first couch. He tries to look casual, but ends up having to move several times to get comfortable.
“I’m going to take that as a no on this one,” I say, laughing.
Trey stands up and nods. “Yeah, that definitely doesn’t meet the comfortable quota.”
Thirty minutes later, he’s tried just about every couch in the place. I’ve even relented and sat on a few.
“Which one’s your favorite?” he asks, standing close to me.
I shake my head and say, “It doesn’t matter which one I like.”
Trey frowns and says, “Throw me a puck here. If it was your house, which one would you pick?”
I raise my arm and point to a large sectional with built-in recliners. It’s a rustic blue color and so comfortable.
With a nod, Trey says, “I was thinking the same thing. I think it will fit really well in front of the TV.”
“Yeah, and you won’t have to worry about sinking through to the bottom.” I laugh at the look of surprise on his face.
“Touché.” He glances around and says, “Okay, on to the beds.”
I swallow hard, surprised by his comment. No words come out and I end up following him in that direction. Beds are an intimate thing, one I don’t need to try out while in this store. That would be like waving goodbye to my heart as it fell over the love cliff.
Trey jumps onto just about every mattress in the store, moving back and forth to test them out. I can’t help but laugh as he looks almost like a fish out of water.
He pats the space next to him on the fifth mattress he’s tried. “Try this one. It’s my favorite so far.”
I hesitate, not sure I’m willing to kiss my heart goodbye as I imagine a future with Trey. The bed is king size, so I walk to the other side and slide on the very edge, bouncing a couple of times.
“Lay down. You’re not going to get the full effect by sitting.” Trey reaches over and gently pulls me back.
I settle in and sigh. Wow, this is a really comfortable bed. Better than the one I’ve been hauling around to my apartments and other places for years. I close my eyes, letting all the tension seep out through my shoulders.
“What do you think?”
I open my eyes and turn to see Trey on his side, propping his head up with his arm. He’s so good looking that I have to turn to stare up at the rafters to avoid his gorgeous eyes. “I think this one is pretty much perfect.”
“That’s what I was thinking,” he says, chuckling a bit.
“Look at you making big decisions,” I say, smiling as I turn to look at him again. The whole situation is so surreal I might need to start pinching myself. Instead, I sit up and stand, trying to get rid of the strange sensations as I glance around the room. “Is there anything else you want to look at before we leave?”
Forty minutes later we’re walking out of the store. The final purchase of all the furniture has lots of numbers after a comma, but we’ve secured enough pieces for most of the house. At least they’ll deliver, because trying to get anything into Trey’s car would be laughable.
“Where to next?” Trey asks. “Should we go get some dinner?”
My stomach has been growling for the past fifteen minutes or so and even though I’ve been trying to stand as the last guard securing the wall around my heart, my resolve is slowly giving in.
“How about the hardware store?” I say, thinking about the shelving units we’ll need in his garage. Unless he’s ready to get rid of seventy-five percent of the totes in his spare bedroom, we’re going to need them.
“I’m not a beaver, Kenzie. I need food, not logs.” He tries to keep his face neutral but a grin sneaks in and I can’t help but laugh.
“I understand, Trey. Let’s go get a few tools to put everything together and then we’ll get some food.”
He looks at me as we get into the car. “Chinese?”
I shake my head. “I love Chinese, but I’m thinking something else would be good. Tacos?”
His eyes light up and he nods. “I know the perfect place for that.”
