Virago (Signal Bend Heritage, #1) by Susan Fanetti

Author:Susan Fanetti
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: motorcycle club, outlaw, biker, Missouri, small town, strong woman
Publisher: Susan Fanetti
Published: 2024-02-09T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Gia picked up the last stack of books and slid them in place on the shelf. Then she cut open the bottom of the box, flattened it, and added it to the stack.

Now she was officially unpacked.

Sitting on the brightly colored, funkily patterned rug in the loft of her tiny house, she looked around the room. Most of the furniture from her childhood bedroom and all of the books. Lots of new touches, like the built-in bookshelves, her desk setup, the cool rug. Setting aside the stack of boxes and the pile of packing trash she needed to deal with, the room looked good. She would have decorated it pretty much as her parents had.

They really had done a shockingly great job building and fitting out this house to match her taste and style. It was more than an insanely expensive, time-intensive gift; it was also a thoughtful gift, one that showed explicitly how well her family knew her, understood her.

Except for the part where they’d kicked her out of the family home.

She had to get over that part. Because what was the alternative? Tell her parents that she hated the gift they must have spent six figures on and taken months of time and effort to put together? Tell them that she hated it because, although they’d gotten every detail right and built her a miniature dream house, what she really wanted was to be in her old bedroom, the ten-by-twelve shoebox with the drafty windows and the funky closet she practically needed a crowbar to get anything in or out of?

Obviously she couldn’t do that. Not only would it cause a huge issue—Mom would be pissed and Dad would be hurt, which would make Mom even more pissed, and then Bo would be confused and upset by the tension—it should cause a huge issue. She was being ridiculous and she knew it. Ungrateful, petulant, a prima donna, any or all of those applied. She saw it in herself, and she hated it.

But she could not shake it. She’d thought maybe unpacking her stuff from Evanston would help her feel more settled in, more present in this house, but so far, no.

Maybe she needed to do more than unpack. Maybe she needed to start living here. Settle in, take it day by day and let living in it make her tiny house a tiny home.

The next step, then, was removing all evidence of moving in and unpacking. Standing, she collected the packing trash and shoved it into a garbage bag. She set the bag on top of the stack of boxes, picked the whole thing up, and carried it down to the first floor and out to the porch. She’d take it to the burning barrel later.

Crackers lay on the seat of one of the bright-green metal chairs, soaking up a May sunbeam. He opened an eye at her, mewed softly, then tucked his face under his paws and resumed his nap. Gia glanced around, seeking Cheese, but he wasn’t in sight.

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