CHAPTER FOURTEEN

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It takes almost all my willpower not to walk away when I open the door to the storage unit "How did the three of us get so much stuff?" I moan, leaning against the door frame.

Cam shakes her head "Uh, not us. Most of this is yours. The rest of Al's and my stuff is still in storage in New York and none of my clothes are in there anymore. Oh, that reminds me I better get it shipped over. LA or here Ali?"

Al looks over "Here, duh. That way you have to come to get it."

Cam laughs and pushes me towards the boxes "How bout we start with the boxes of your clothes."

The four of us position ourselves between the storage unit and the back of the Ram. We almost manage to get all the boxes of my shoes into the back of the truck, the start of the boxes of clothes going into the back seat. Stacking the rest of the boxes of my clothes to one side I sigh again "Okay I really do have too many clothes."

Donna laughs "There is no such thing as too many clothes."

Cam nods enthusiastically "Exactly!"

Al opens the back of her car "We'll probably get the rest of your clothes in here; we can come back for the rest of your stuff S."

The other 5 boxes of clothes are put in the back of Al's car and after locking the doors again we get back in the cars, we're just pulling out of the drive when Donna turns to me and lifts an eyebrow.

"What?"

"That's all your clothes and shoes? That's like 16 boxes, and most of them were shoes."

I shrug "I don't know D. Al and Cam packed everything for me apart from those bags I had when I got here."

The next few hours are spent with us moving boxes into the huge wardrobe and unpacking them all, when we're finished the 'hers' side of the wardrobe is ¾ full and Donna is sitting on the floor looking at the racks of shoes with a stunned look "How, why?"

Laughing I pull her to her feet "How, cause I keep buying them. Why, because I see these shoes that I love and I end up buying them."

Donna shakes her head "Well I have something to say on that." Sliding her arm around my neck she laughs "You might find me stealing some of them."

I snort "It's fine if you want to borrow my shoes."

Donna claps her hands "I know S, now I've gotta get my car and go get the kids. Take me back to Jax's?"

Dumping all the empty boxes in the back of the truck and restrapping Abel's seat in the back Al and Cam head in one direction in her car while Donna and I go back towards the old house "How bout you bring the kids back and stay with me tonight?"

Donna sighs "I'd love to, but Mary's coming down to see to see the kids."

Reaching over I pat her hand "It's okay I guess I'll just get the rest of the packing done once Abel's down for the night."

Donna pokes me with the tip of her finger "Make me feel guilty why don't you."

Shaking my head I glance over at her "Sorry D, I didn't mean to."

Donna laughs "I know I was just winding you up. Mary is coming down though, Gemma refused to cook dinner so I have to."

Looking over at her again I lift my eyebrow "Do you need some help?"

Donna shakes her head "Nope, I took a leaf from your book and put together a casserole last night, as long as it's in the oven in the next 45 minutes it'll be done for dinner at 6."

Pulling the truck into the driveway Donna doesn't come inside, instead heading straight for her car and leaving with a wave.

Taking Abel inside the first thing I do pour a glass of wine and open the pantry "Well Abel looks like its soup and toast for 1 for dinner."

Abel coos at something which makes me laugh. Leaving him in his capsule I dart back outside and carry in the boxes, dropping them on the table in the kitchen "Guess I can do some more packing like I said. Not that there's much left to do."

Abel looks blankly at me and I roll my eyes at myself "First thing though S, stop talking to someone who's unable to speak and expecting an answer."

A few hours later Abel's fed and bathed and in bed for the night, all the food in the cupboards that we're not going to need over the next five days is packed away in boxes and I've cleaned the kitchen from top to bottom again. Sitting down at the table I pull my laptop over and start working through the e-mails there, starting by deleting the 35% of them that are spam. Reading through each email from Graham makes me realise apart from one email and seeing him while we were in New York I haven't spoken to him since I left.

It takes me almost 30 minutes to read through all of his mails and compose one back, the reply ending up so huge that could easily fill three or four pages. Filing the emails from him I delete every one that starts with a request for investing or donations leaving less than 2 dozen to work through slowly.

Taking the laptop through to the couch I curl up into the chair, keeping my promise to Jax to not spend any more money I delete the 9 emails from various websites that I have regularly brought things. The 2 statements from Patrick I file without looking at it, replying to Charlotte that I've gotten the confirmation of change of dates and will be arriving the day before the trial takes me all of a fraction of time. The four newspaper requests for interviews I forward to Patrick asking him to send them the same stock letter as last time before filing them in the 'shit I don't want to deal with' folder. Along with the forwards I send him a request to get make, model, year and prices of any cars currently on the lists at the factory where I'll be collecting the Viper from.

The last two emails I look at are from Derek, one a letter that was sent out to everyone who attended his wedding saying thank you with a picture attached of the first kiss of the married couple, the other email is more personalised, there's a couple of photos of the 7 of us attached, his closing thanks for me fixing the fuck up in the wedding cake topper makes me laugh as I type a couple of lines of reply.

Sending that off I close my laptop and get up, walking through the house I plug the laptop in in the kitchen to charge and lock all the doors and check the windows, my phone rings in my hand as I open the bedroom door and glancing down at it in shock I roll my eyes then answer it.

"Hey, how's it going?"

Jax sounds either tired or a couple of drinks past sober when he chuckles "It's okay, I miss you."

Laughing at the pout in his voice I sit on the edge of the bed "Course you do. I miss you too. Abel was good though, and I got all my clothes unpacked and put away at the new house." Jax laughs and I faintly hear the sound of music and engines in the background "Where are you?"

"Outside, Ope's talking to D and Bobby's already been introduced to the entertainment. Jury set him up with one of their stable."

I clench my hand, my fingernails digging lightly into my palm while wondering which of the revolving door of women is going to end up in bed with Jax. "I bet he was over the moon. I was about to get in the shower."

"Oh, okay. I'll talk to you tomorrow and let you know if we'll be here another night." He can't hide the disappointment in his voice but he brightens a little at the end of the sentence. The sound of a bottle opening fairly loud through the phone.

"Okay baby. I love you." I bite my lip lightly so I don't tell him how much I miss him and want him back and that if he asked I'd get in the car and drive there even if it's the middle of the night.

"Love you too babe." Jax disconnects the phone call, closing my phone I drop it on the bed, my brain refusing to accept the feminine giggle I'd heard the second before the call ended had anything to do with Jax.

Getting back to my feet I go into the bathroom and take a very long hot shower, trying to wash the images of Jax with any number of Jury's women from my brain.