Izzy laughed. "It is," she said coming in behind Teagan. She couldn't help but smile. She was glad that the house was as nice as it was. She went out to the car and grabbed her couple of duffel bags. The moving truck wouldn't be here until later in the day at the earliest. The place had been bought mostly furnished. The living room didn't have a couch, and they didn't have a dining table. But they did have a bar with bar seats in the kitchen.
She carried her bags back to the room in the back. It was the one of the few rooms that wouldn't have the sun blaring in from the windows in the mornings. The queen-sized bed was centered in the middle of the room. She tossed the bags on it, and she went back into the living room.
"So what now? The truck won't be here until later, and then we will have to wait for the furniture company to bring our couches, television, and the dining table. We can't really leave and have them show up while we are gone," Izzy rambled. "What so you suggest?"
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Jax pulled into the Teller-Morrow Auto Repair lot. He backed his bike back into its normal spot. He turned it off and hopped off. The sun was shining brightly that day, and he groaned trying to keep the slight hangover at bay. The sound of his mom calling out to him made him cringe slightly. "Hey, Mom," he replied, going over to her. He might as well get this over with.
"Let me guess. You were with another croweater," she said, shaking her head.
"I'm fine," I said, heading to the shop. "You don't need to worry about me."
She sighed and went back to the office. I slipped into the shop and glanced over at Tig who was laughing. "Mommy get on to you?" he teased lightly.
"Shut up, Tig," Jax shot back, not really in the mood to shoot mocking words back and forth.
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