Chapter 9. Hoping for Better

“Hey there!” Caleb entered and waved at me. “Do you need help with anything?” His face had a flushed look, and his hair was damp. It was evident he had just returned from the gym.

“My dad is probably bringing some more boxes. Do you want to help out?” I replied, and he nodded in an odd manner, but it seemed to signal agreement.

When I heard the door open down the hall, I had just finished repositioning my bed to face the window.

Nash was there.

Despite being sweaty and disheveled, he looked remarkably handsome. His chiseled chest and broad shoulders stood out against his thin tank top. Wow, I have no idea how I will handle this.

“Hey,” I opened my mouth to say something nice, but he ignored me. Did he hear me?

“How long do you plan on having your family stay at our place?” When he asked me this in such a condescending tone, I felt frozen in place. My hands suddenly stopped moving, and I sat up straight, furrowing my eyebrows. What was the point of