He put his coffee down and started to massage my foot, this time with both hands. It felt super nice, he had strong hands and he knew how to use them.
“I’ve asked Dawn to get some guys to come in and pack up your stuff and move it and your furniture to storage. Today, you need to pack anything you want to bring over and I’ll come around tonight and we’ll move you in.”
Happiness fled instantly and panic seized every cell in my body, my eyes moved from the Front Range to Lee and I stared, unable to speak.
Lee kept talking. “I know a property management service. I called them yesterday. They’ll rent your place, make sure it’s a good tenant and maintain it for a fee. We’ll get it advertised next week.”
I finally found my voice. “I know I promised to move in by this weekend but… isn’t this going a bit fast?”
Lee’s hands moved to my other foot.
“Yep,” he answered.
“Don’t you think we should slow down?” I asked.
“Nope.”
“Why?”
Okay, you could hear the panic edging my one word question, but still.
Instead of answering, he dropped my feet, bent double to get up and kissed my forehead as he did so. Then he walked into the condo.
I stared at him moving away from me.
He walked well, confident, close to a swagger but not quite. His sweats were drawstring and rode low. His back was beautifully muscled. I kept staring into the living room even after he was gone, zoned out again, the image of his back pleasantly burned on my eyeballs like after you accidentally looked directly at the sun.
Then I saw him come back.
He sat down, lifted my legs at the calves and put my feet back in his lap and threw a little pink case at me across the table.
I stared at it in horror.
My birth control pills,
I’d forgotten them, totally and completely.
Holy crap.
I grabbed it and looked. The last one I took was Monday. I was all over the place these days, I wasn’t in my normal day-to-day schedule. I was two pills behind, too late to catch up and I’d been having sex. A lot of sex. Apparently a lot of unprotected sex.
I slapped the pills back down on the table.
“I didn’t do it on purpose, I swear,” I told him.
“I know you didn’t,” he said, his hands back to massaging my foot.
“We have to stop having sex, like, immediately.”
His hands stopped massaging, “That’s not gonna happen.”
“Lee! What if I’m pregnant?”
He grinned “Then we’ll make a beautiful baby.”
I yanked my feet out of his lap, stood up and started to jump up and down.
“Ohmigod, ohmigod,” I chanted.
Lee stood and pulled me to him.
“Calm down,” he said but I could tell he was kind of laughing.
“This isn’t funny!” I yelled “We can’t get through a week without having a break. This is too new, too fast, too weird, too much. Ohmigod, ohmigod,” I began chanting again.
This was a serious, life changing moment and I needed Van Halen.
No, no Van Halen wasn’t going to do. This was a Metallica Moment.
I could tell by the feel of his body against mine that he was not kind of laughing anymore, he was flat out laughing.
“Why are you laughing?” I shouted.
“Because you’re cute,” he said, looking at me. “And you’re funny and you’re over-reacting. This isn’t the end of the world, you don’t even know if you’re pregnant and you’re moving in, for fuck’s sake.”
“Why’d you show me the pills?”
“Because if you’re pregnant, we shouldn’t waste time movin’ in together. If you’re not, we should take different precautions and we shouldn’t waste time movin’ in together.”
“Why do I have to move into your place, why don’t you move into mine?”
“I could do that.”
I stopped freaking out and stared. “What do you mean?”
“We’ll put my shit in storage and I’ll move to your place. Doesn’t matter to me.”
I was beyond staring and went straight to gawking.
“What about your view?” I asked.
He shrugged.
“I only have one bathroom,” I said.
“We could make that work.”
“I have a yard, you’d have to mow the grass. I don’t think Stevie will keep mowing my side if you live there.”
“Your yard’s the size of a postage stamp. I think I can manage mowing the grass.”
“It isn’t secure, there isn’t even an alarm system.”
“Vance will put one in.”
“What about the Command Center? I don’t have a room where you can put your top secret PI stuff.”
He started laughing again. “Do you want to move or do you want me to move, make up your mind.”
“I don’t know,” I said, and I didn’t.
“Well you have to figure it out now because one or the other of us is moving in tonight. No more fucking around.”
“I can’t figure it out now. I’m too stressed. I may be pregnant. I think I need to go out and buy vitamins or something.”