Bedhead by Kayt Miller

Author:Kayt Miller [Miller, Kayt]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-10-25T18:30:00+00:00

“Cooke? Why are we here?” He’s pulled into a parking lot next to what looks like an old school located a little west of Beedle Drive.

He winks at me as he pushes his door open. “You’ll see.” I follow him into the building to an office with an elegant marble plagued on the door that reads Leasing Office. Inside, I listen to him ask for someone named Connie.

“You must be Cooke,” says an older lady as she comes out from somewhere in the back.

He shakes her outstretched hand. “I am. Pleasure.” He moves aside and places his palm on my lower back. “And this is Quinn.”

“Quinn.” She holds out her hand to me. “What a lovely name.”

“Thanks.” What the hell is going on?

Holding her arm out in the direction of the door, she says cheerily, “Shall we look at the condominium now?”

“The condominium?” I repeat.

Cooke sounds practically giddy when he shouts, “Surprise!”

“Surprise?”

“Just wait.”

My God, seeing the man excited is something else. He’s like a kid on Christmas morning, so I keep my mouth shut as I follow Connie and Cooke down a long hallway, past an indoor pool, a gym, and a large party room.

“This used to be the elementary school,” Connie explains. “It’s been unused for forty years, so the owners bought the building and turned it into beautiful condominiums, as you’ll see, Quinn. They’ve added unique touches in each unit; for example, a portion of an original chalkboard hangs in each entryway.

“Cool.” It really does sound cool. But I’m still wondering why we’re here. I have my suspicions, but I’m afraid to ask.

We approach a brushed stainless-steel elevator and wait as Connie presses the button. Cooke hums as we wait. It doesn’t take long for the ding to sound, and we all enter the small box. Cooke’s size makes it feel much smaller than it really is. Hell, Cooke’s size makes me feel much smaller than I am. It’s nice for a change.

When we reach the fourth floor, the doors open, and Connie gestures for us to get out first. “To the right, please. It’s number 410.”

We move to 410 and wait for her to unlock it. When she pushes the door open, I gasp. From here I can see floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook Ames. It’s not a New York City or even a Chicago skyline, but it’s still pretty. As I step into the entry, I see the chalkboard she mentioned. It’s framed in old wood to look original. On it, someone has written “Welcome” in chalk. It’s clever.

Moving through the entry hallway, I gasp again when we reach a huge open space with the kitchen of my dreams, a living room with a fireplace, and a spot for a television. The room itself is small but there’s plenty of space for the sofa and chairs they’ve used to stage the place. To the left of the kitchen is a small dining nook.

“There are two bedrooms and two full baths. I’ll wait here in the kitchen while you two explore.

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