With a scoff, she said, "Well,I'mnot going to move it."
Obviously, she was missing the point. I tried again. "Yeah? Well maybeI'mnot going to move it either."
"Sure you will," she said, lookingverysure of herself.
"But—"
"And don't forget anything in the bathroom."
I bit my lip. I hated the thought of being driven out.But could I truly refuse?
She was a producer, and I was a temporary consultant. On top of that, I'd been a late addition to this whole setup.
My shoulders slumped. As much as I hated it, I felt compelled to do what she asked. "Fine," I said. "If it's so important to you."
Still, my face burned as I strode into the bedroom and grabbed my duffle bag off the dresser. With quick, jerky motions, I retrieved the few shirts I'd hung in the closet, and then reached for the pair of jeans that I'd left lying across the bed.
As I stuffed the loose clothing into the duffle bag, Waverly called out from the open doorway, "And youareplanning to change the sheets, right?"
My teeth were grinding now. "No. But I can point you toward the washing machine."
"Why shouldIhave to wash them?" she said. "I wasn't the one who slept all over them."
"AndIwasn't the one who insisted on changing bedrooms."
"Now you just being a poor sport," she grumbled.
Whatever.Silently, I stalked into the bathroom and shut the door behind me – because the last thing I wanted now was an audience for this latest humiliation. With a string of muttered curses, I scooped up the few toiletries I had – a toothbrush, a small tube of toothpaste, and my tiny makeup case.
One by one, I tossed everything into the duffle bag.
And then, I took a deep, calming breath.I could do this.
Sure, it was embarrassing, but the worst was over, right?
Wrong.
Because when I emerged from the bathroom, there wasn't justoneperson watching from the hallway. There weretwo.
Chapter 27
Arden
Brody was standing behind Waverly as they both eyed the interior of my bedroom – except itwasn'tmy bedroom, not anymore.
It wasWaverly'sbedroom. And from the look on her face, she was loving every minute of my inglorious departure.
Behind her, Brody didn't look nearly as orgasmic. His eyebrows furrowed as he studied the duffle bag slung over my shoulder. In a low voice, he asked, "What's going on?"
Waverly gave a little jump and whirled to face him. "Oh, there you are!" she breathed. "I didn't hear you come in."
"Obviously." He looked back to me and said, "Going somewhere?"
My chin jerked upward. "Yes, actually. I just don't know where. That's all."
Now he was frowning.
Waverly spoke up. "What shemeansto say is that we're switching bedrooms."
