I tuck the key in the inner pocket of my bag. “I’ll come back sometime this week to clear out all the debris. I’ll text you when I know what day.”

“Sounds good.” This time he very deliberately holds up his hand.

And I just as deliberately slap him a high five. “Bye, Jack.”

“Bye, Sadie.”

I wake easily at the chirp of my alarm on moving day, dressing in cut-off jean shorts and a worn Columbia T-shirt. Hair in messy bun, sneakers on feet, I run down to grab some coffee for the gang, which is just the first of many trips I’ll be making up and down these stairs today. I’m eating only carbs for the rest of the week. Balancing our tray of coffees on top of a pink box of doughnuts, I make it back to my place with plenty of time to shove a maple bar in my face before everyone arrives.

Harley and Gemma show up together, and Nick knocks on the already open door a few minutes later.

He pokes his head through the doorway. “How much do you love me?”

“I’m not answering that after my brief foray into Nicksanity brought on by your comparing me to Maria von Trapp.” I take down another doughnut because all that lies before me is stairs. So many stairs.

Nick steps into the room, then makes a sweeping gesture with his arm, signaling the entry of four college-aged guys.

“Are they strippers?” Gemma looks at each one from head to toe.

“Interns.” Nick snaps his fingers, and the four man-boys each grab a box and make their way back down the stairs.

“Ninety-nine percent sure this is illegal.” Harley hands Nick a cup of coffee and two sugar packets.

I give Nick a fist bump. “One hundred percent sure I don’t care.”

“Does this mean I can sit and watch?” Gemma hops up onto my counter, angling herself so she has a view of the door.

I yank on her arm, pulling her right back down. “I do not trust college boys with my plants. Let’s do this.”

We all take final swigs of our coffee and get down to business. Since I’m moving into a fully furnished home, I was able to sell my couch, bed, dresser, and coffee table, which both padded my savings and now makes for a much easier move. With the help of the strapping young interns, we’ve got the place loaded up in an hour, which must be some kind of New York record. We wave goodbye to the eye candy and pile into the cab of the moving van Nick rented because he’s the only one with a valid driver’s license.