Gareth dropped the third of the large IKEA boxes onto the living room floor. “Was there anything else?” His five o’clock shadow had come in, and I’d spent the better part of two hours trying to not stare at him. I knew he hated the scruffy look, but I thought it made him look amazing. “Nope, I grabbed everything else.” I’d actually gone a bit nuts with the shopping, not at all what I’d intended. But I wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity either. I mean come on…IKEA! Gareth stood in the middle of the room, his hands on his hips, surveying the pile of boxes and scattering of bags. “I’m almost scared to ask if you want help with this.” “Oh would you?” I totally knew he would. “It would go a lot faster with two people and then I could spend tomorrow getting the books up and organized and Connie won’t hate me quite so much.” That was, only if the result of my little coup tonight didn’t go the way I’d hoped.
