Chapter 15

Caspian snapped some pictures, wrote an ad, and posted it. “There, now we wait and see.”

“Great.” Flynn blew out a breath. He wanted to get rid of the bookshelf, the sofa, and Mom’s bed too, but he hadn’t packed up Mom’s room yet, and there was so much stuff in the living room.

“Can you come back tomorrow?” He gave Caspian a hopeful look.

“I said I would. You were gonna bake me a cake and allow me to kiss you.”

Flynn blinked. “I have no recollection of us agreeing to such a thing.” Cake? He could fix a cake. Perhaps not bake one since he was packing up the kitchen, but he could buy a cake. “I promise to have emptied the bookshelf and the sofa so we can photograph them.”

“I’m in no hurry, Flynn. Take your time.”

He was in a hurry, though. He’d taken time off work, had a cleaning crew coming in a few days, and he had toget out of here.