Mikey
“This is it?” I asked, stepping into the tiny house with an armful of storage bags.
“Yep,” Liam said, dropping a box of hangers onto the bed. “It’s a guest house. A bed, TV, and a kitchenette. What else does a person really need?”
“Uh, bathroom?” I quipped, setting the bags down with a grunt.
He smirked. “It has one. You think I wanted my dad clogging up my plumbing in the main house?”
I made a face. “Oh my god, dude. TMI.” Turning away, I gave the space another once-over. “Let’s grab more clothes before Macey realizes we’re stalling.”
“About that,” Liam said as he adjusted the box. “Apparently, Liv is letting her use one of the guest room closets. So… good luck.”
I closed my eyes and exhaled hard. When Macey first said she was only bringing clothes, I pictured, like… a couple
