(Cassidy)
By the time the last box came inside, the afternoon had nearly disappeared.
The house looked completely different from when Dane and I had first walked through the front door. Boxes covered most of the living room floor, the kitchen counters were crowded, and half our furniture was still sitting in places we hadn’t chosen. Somehow, I loved every bit of it.
Knox carried the final box into the hallway and set it beside the others.
“That’s everything,” he said. “Unless you two hid another van somewhere.”
“Absolutely not,” I said. “One was more than enough.”
Crash walked in behind him and looked around.
“You’ve got enough boxes to keep you busy for a month,” he said. “I hope you weren’t planning on sleeping tonight.”
“We’re sleeping,” Dane said. “The boxes can wait.”
I looke
