He did all this for me? Butterflies spill into my gut, and I can feel a blush seep into my cheeks and move to the crown of my head.

He strolls to the other side of the room and opens a white door. “We share a bathroom. My bedroom is on the other side of that door.” He points at the door straight across from the one he opened, and I walk through the spacious bathroom.

I’ve died and gone to heaven. The shower is made out of different shades of gray stone and wide enough to fit ten people. The glass sink is shaped like a fish bowl with Gunner’s manly products cluttering the black marble counters.

He didn’t have to help me, and I don’t deserve an ounce of his kindness. I stand there with my arms crossed over my chest, rocking back and forth, staring down at the black marble floors.

No one has ever gone out of their way to help me without wanting something in return unless it was Izzy.

“Thanks for letting me crash here.”

“You’re more than welcome.” His Nike sneakers come into view, and he uses his index finger to lift my chin. My cheeks burn under his touch, and I flinch. If he notices, he doesn’t mention it.

My stitched heart beats wildly like she remembers who she belongs to. I’m going to have to have a serious talk with her about wanting to go to people she knows will break her.

She used to beat for my ex, but never this wildly or this urgently. After nine years, she’s come out of remission, reminding me she’s alive, able, and ready to give herself to the man she should have forgotten all those years ago.

“Rainbow . . . I . . .” His tone is uneven and his pulse thumps from the side of his neck.

“What?” I say, staring into his eyes.

“Nothing.” He shakes his head and drops his hand. I follow Gunner back to my room. He clutches the brass knob and says, “I’ll see you on Monday, Rainbow.”

The door clicks shut behind him, then the front door slams, leaving me in the quiet condo.

After Jimmy delivers my trash bag to my room, I change from a white shirt and pink jeans to my yellow tank top and pink flannel shorts with lavender knee-high socks. I tour the rest of the condo on my stroll back to the kitchen. I open the fridge; it’s fully stocked with fresh fruits, veggies, and bottles of water. I open the freezer to chicken, beef, and pork stacked neatly on top of each other.

It’s been years since I laid eyes on a fully stocked fridge with healthy options. Normally, cheap food clogs my fridge.