“You okay, Fen?”
I was on the couch, arms crossed, staring at the TV, which was off. “Fine. Why do you ask?”
“You look sulky. Is it because I killed the cable today?”
“Househunters International is in Belize tonight. You know I’ve always wanted to live there.”
“I thought you always wanted to live in Florida?”
I growled softly.
“Hey, read your ebook again, the one about Quinn and Ethan.”
“Good story. Makes me wonder what happens after though. Is a sequel planned?”
“Hadn’t thought about it. I have so many other things going on right now. I wrote it for the anthology, so…quick and not too long.” I was still staring at the blank TV. “QaF tonight?”
“Sure.” He slid over next to me. “Writing tonight?”
“Don’t think so. Not in the mood.” I really hated missing the show on Belize, but I’d told him to cancel. I couldn’t get pissed because he did it. Deciding to get over it, I smiled and leaned against him. “Or maybe no TV tonight?” I chewed on his shoulder through the shirt.
My cell rang. It was Dan in Wisconsin. “Hey! How cold is it there?”
“Getting there, but there’s been a decided lack of snow this year. That job I told you about?”
I gave JJ a look, eyebrows raised. “Yeah?”
“Looks like it starts March 1. Want me to start emailing you rental information?”
The breath caught in my throat. It had been quiet the last few weeks, and I’d almost forgotten I was moving. “Yeah. You know what I’m looking for, what I can afford. How’s Mom?”
“Good. Looking forward to seeing you again. Can you come for Christmas?”
“Not looking good. It falls on a Sunday, so we don’t get any paid time off.”
“She’ll be disappointed.”
“Yeah, but no more PTO left and I can’t afford it, not if I’m moving in a couple months.”
We chatted for a couple more minutes while JJ waited patiently. The minute I said goodbye, though, he asked, “When?”
I told him. He inhaled slowly, took my hand, and led me to bed. We didn’t watch any TV that night.