Celia had lost the tape. Again.
“How is that even possible?” she muttered, turning in a slow circle. Her gaze finally landed on the chair beside the table. The roll sat there innocently, as if it had not just vanished moments ago. It must have fallen when she moved the last box.
With a sigh, she grabbed it and stretched a strip across the top of the box, sealing it shut. She reached for the marker.
It was gone.
“Son of a b***h,” she muttered, crouching down. She spotted it on the floor beneath the table and snatched it up. “How does that keep happening?”
“You okay?”
She jumped, banging her head on the edge of the table.
“f**k, Cece. I’m sorry.” Lucas was suddenly there, his hands gentle as they cupped her head. He rubbed the sore spot carefully, his touch soothing even as she hissed
