Charlie cursed inside as he patted Jenny's back. He'd hoped her house wasn't that bad, a busy work weekend with some guys from the church and...
"You need to be out of this house in a week" Jeff continued, somberly. "I'll have a storage unit delivered for your stuff. I'm sure Charlie can get some guys to help" Charlie nodded absently. Looks like they'd have that work weekend. Jeff looked from Jenny to Charlie, and back.
"How are things with you two? Can you stay with Paul for a bit?" Jenny tensed immediately and sat up, shaking her head. She wouldn't put herself in his power again! Look what he'd done last time! She looked around the tiny, cluttered, living room, assessing her treasures.
Charlie cursed inwardly. Plan B was shot. He'd planned to sleep on his couch, but Jeff had just killed that one.
Paul sighed and ran a hand through his neatly trimmed light brown hair, sticking out at all angles after his work outside. Jenny offered him another drink, which he accepted. He apologized again and left.
Charlie stood up, looming over Jenny. She immediately rose and stared him in the eye. "Don't say it, Charlie! You have no right to tell me how to live my life!"
"But" Charlie felt himself whining "What will you..."
"I will handle it." She snapped. "Go!" She pointed at the door.
Jenny had boundaries, alright, Charlie thought. It had been so easy, years ago, to turn a no into a yes with her, but clearly those days were past.
Charlie left, crossing the street to talk to Steve.
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