Page 31 of Buckin' Around

I may wear my heart on my sleeve, but it makes me a good vet. At least I hope it will, one day.

I’m pulling into the drive of the Lockwood apartment building a beat later, and my phone buzzes.

Take the side alley and buzz into the basement parking with the code.

A few seconds pass by and . . .

1402

I follow the instructions and find a spot beside a huge black pickup. Tamping down the thought of why anyone would needsuch a behemoth vehicle in the middle of an urban area, I kill my little car’s engine and pop the trunk.

Arms loaded with my bags and the few electronics I’ve gathered while being here, I make for the elevator in the corner of the garage.

In the brief moment I’m waiting for the doors to slide open, I’m second-guessing this whole thing.

I barely know this guy.

I am literally moving in with him.

And his baby . . .

I can’t compromise my study schedule.

I won’t. I can do this.

It’s either this or go home.

The doors hiss open, and I set my shoulders back. I am not going back to Ireland without my MBA. Period.

I step into the elevator and ride it all the way to the top floor. My gaze gravitates to the charcoal-grey tiled floor. Must be nice to have your life set up for you and be thriving.

Full-time work for Spencer Lockwood, check.

Penthouse apartment, check.

Girls on a waitlist—if what Stace has told me is true—check and check.

Lord, I can smell the nepotism from here. Some of us have to work our asses off for a fraction of what he ha?—

The doors fling open as the small silver box I’m encased in stalls to a halt. I snap my focus up to find blue eyes, messy dark blond hair, and a grimace standing beyond the elevator doors.

“You made it,” he says.

“Not like I was crossing the savanna, but yeah.” I adjust the heaviest of my bags higher onto my shoulder. Spencer simply stares at me before stepping out of the way.

And they say chivalry is dead.I roll my eyes as he heads for his door and follow him, hauling my things with me.

Inside, he keeps walking, stopping at the last bedroom on the right. Directly across the hallway from his.

Ah, nope. No thank you.

“If it’s all the same to you, I’ll take that room?” I point to the door to the room before his.

Less easy access. At least, if I hear his door open, I have time to lock mine.

“Oh, okay, sure. I thought you’d want some distance from Ivy. Study requires sleep, after all.”

Oh . . .