“Not necessarily.” Bo pulled a phone from his pocket. It wasn’t his, and I figured one of the other bears had let him borrow it. He stepped out of the apartment, and I looked around.
Moving out sounded like a lot, but in all reality, I didn’t have much. My favorite clothes were all in the bag I’d left at Bo’s cabin, so it wouldn’t take long to pack the rest. I’d been planning on mating with the alpha, and then I’d been planning on running away, so I’d tried not to collect too much crap. I figured the more I owned, the more problems I’d have with him about it all.
Plus, everything cost money.
And pretty much all of my money went into the dance studio.
I didn’t have any other suitcases, so I grabbed a few trash bags from under my sink and started filling them with the stuff I wanted to keep. My bed had come from my childhood room, and my couch had come from the thrift store. They were the only real pieces of furniture I had, so I wasn’t worried about either of them.
I had all of my clothes packed and was throwing the last few bathroom things in when Bo stepped into the doorway.
I heard him come in and felt his eyes on me before he said anything.
“I’m almost done packing.”
“You’re packing with garbage bags?”
“Not all of us have fancy suitcases to go with our fancy cabins.”
He snorted.
My lips curved slightly as I tied the garbage bag shut. He took it from me when I turned to face him, and stepped back to let me go through the door.
“You already found us a place to stay?” I asked.
“Yeah. Turns out the clan is happy to help you when you may have knocked your new mate up.”
“Go figure.”
“Our ride will be here in an hour. He’s bringing a moving truck for the furniture. We’ll stop at the cabin to pick it up, as well as the rest of my stuff.”
“It’ll probably take an hour to get this place spotless anyway. We can just donate my couch if you want. Yours is a lot nicer.”
Bo eyed the furniture. “Mine smells a lot better, too.”
“Go ahead and rub it in, jackass.”
He grinned, and we got to work.
The friendship thingwe had going on back at the cabin set in again as we cleaned together. We probably did more than we had to, but I was going to use the pictures of how clean everything was to prove to my landlord that I deserved the money back. I had photos of the crappy shape it had been in when I first moved in, so I was pretty sure it would work in my favor.
Almost exactly an hour later, there was a knock at the door.
I glanced at the clock.
“That’s our ride,” Bo said, crossing the apartment to answer it.
I was wiping out the inside of the fridge. Bo had been in the middle of cleaning the microwave. They were the last two things to get done.
I finished cleaning the last shelf while Bo pulled the door open. When I heard my brother’s voice, my eyebrows shot into my forehead. I jerked backward, and nearly smashed my head against the fridge.
What the hell was Artie doing at my apartment?
Did he have his mate with him?
Was he going to try to talk Bo out of mating with me?
Not that he’d be able to talk Bo out of something that was already set in stone according to the grizzly. Bo had always been a lot more stubborn than Artie was.
