I'd Come for you no one,but you

It's been about three weeks since we've started working at the new branch. It's just like being in LA only slightly less crazy,which is a nice change for me. I feel almost at home here especially since for me the work is pretty much the same as it was in LA. I'm not sure Wes is loving the new work place as much as I am.

He has seemed to manage to get a solid routine down and I meet him every few days that I have a light work load.

The rest of the drive to Connecticut was pretty uneventful we spent the rest of the trip just sleeping, driving and generally bickering. In some ways our constant bickering reminds me a little of my parents. It felt like it took forever to actually get from Los Angeles to Ashford, but I do have to say I’m happy that we’ve finally made it. We’d gotten the rest of our instructions regarding the firm in Hartford, and then we drove from there to Ashford.

We’ve only been here for a few hours, but despite myself I fell in love with the two story house the firm had bought for us. It has a warp around porch and small balcony off the master bedroom, all the rooms are spacious it’s pretty much my dream house. I’d told Wes that I could wait a day to really move everything in, but that was before I’d actually seen the house. I’ve been on the phone for the past twenty minutes fighting with Carlos, a decorator that I know from LA who did my office and apartment. “Carlos, I don’t care what the hell you’re doing, just get your ass on the first plane out here. “ I waited a second as he tried to tell me that he had plans with some new girl of the week or whatever. I sighed. “I’m sure she can wait until you get back, of course I’m going to pay you extra for coming, hold on a second Carlos.” I put a hand over the receiver a little, even though I knew he’d heard through it. I looked over at two guys who were carrying my father’s antique desk. “Careful with that, put it in the second room on the right down the hall, the one with the floor length windows, and there had better not be a scratch on it.”

I then turned my attention back to Carlos. “So I’ll see you tonight, tomorrow at the latest?” I asked and then smiled when he said yes then hung up and turned my full attention back to the movers, two of which had already asked me how long Wes and I had been married. I’ve had to keep telling them we’re not married; not that they’re actually listening to me, and Wes isn’t helping. All he keeps doing when they ask is smiling and trying not to look too amused at my annoyance. I swear if it doesn’t stop I may strangle some one.