Shattered Girl (Emmy)

Chapter 104

True to her word, the waitress returned with our food in less than twenty minutes. When my pizza was in front of me, my stomach made an embarrassingly loal rumble, and we all day into our food. Patrick shared his pasta as he promised use, and it was just as yummy as it looked. After we had stuffed ourselves full of Italian food, we returned to the vacation rental with enough leftovers to cover dinner for tonight.

Drew was driving, and I was sitting between Josh and Mike, trying to stay awake, but the food coma was winning, and I was asleep by the time we got tu the house. I woke up when Josh accidentally jostled me, trying to escape the second me. I climbed out after. I rubbed sleep from my eyes and followed them into the house. Once I ensured all the food was put away, I curled up on the couch, wondering if I should make another cup of coffee, but I was distracted when the guys came in, joining me on the oversized couch. nd we want to talk about the house? Mike asked.

"Yes," I said, sitting up straighter. I was hoping the others liked it as much as I did. "What did you guys think? I looked at the guys one at a time.

I like it," Jabe said. "I think it would work well for us.

"I agree." Drew agreed. A few minor things must be done, but nothing massive, just cosmetic stuff.

"Yes, but I would like to see some security measures in place before we moved in, especially if Emmy is going to be alone at any time, Patrick added.

and I started to get

1 want, but all the home shows on TV show

right or wrong way to buy a house, but if we take too long to make an offer, there's a chance we could lose

it," I said. The others quickly agreed, and Patrick pulled out his phone and moved to the

quietly, listening to Patrick's side of the conversation. When he began describing the realtor's actions, I knew he had called

way and apologizes to you all, especially you, Em; she had no idea Susan had been acting like that and

has nothing to be sorry for. Do you think I should call her and tell her

love. I want to contact one of the realtors who works for my dad. Don't worry, he works on our

laptop on a video call with Callum Murry, a commercial real estate agent, who assured us he would be more than happy to help us with the house. We spent another two hours talking to Callum as he reviewed all the paperwork, came up with an

groaned and adjusted me on his lap. When I realized my wiggling had