All Chapters of Dive in Deep: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

TrentI stood in my office and stared at the built-in bookshelves filled with books and an assortment of other things. Just things. They were things that held no actual sentimental value. There were filing cabinets and a few pictures of friends I had made in the Army.Packing wasn’t something I was great at. I had never been the guy that needed a moving truck to move. I was a guy that packed my shit in a few bags and maybe a box and then was on my way. I had never been overly attached to anything materialistic. Life was too short to get caught up in stuff like that. I valued people, relationships, and of course, my business.As I looked around the room and the stack of empty boxes waiting to be filled, I had a thought. I would just buy new. I would start fresh. It sounded like a much better option than packing. We could spend the day at the beach and not have to worry about wrapping breakables or labeling boxes.“What are you doing?” Sade asked, coming in behind me.“I’m thinking abou

SadeI stretched out on the lounge chair on the back patio and watched Leia race around the backyard. I had the stark realization that this would be one of the last times we were there. I knew there would be plenty of visits, but it wouldn’t be the same as actually staying there.I was excited and sad at the same time. I knew Trent was anxious to settle down in Fresno but hoped he wasn’t rushing things. I didn’t want him to have regrets. I knew he loved living in Lake Tahoe and loved the water.He came out of the house to sit down on the chair next to mine. He was shirtless and wearing only a pair of basketball shorts. We had both decided to spend a leisurely morning before heading back to Fresno. He smiled at me.“It’s a nice day,” he commented.“It’s a beautiful day. Are you sure you want to leave this?”He pushed up his sunglasses. “I am absolutely sure. Wherever you are is where I want to be.”“Why haven’t you asked me to move here?” I asked.“Do you want to move here?” he asked w

TrentI had been up since five. I was anxious for the day. It was like a kid going to Disneyland for the first time. Sade came out of the room, dressed in her usual scrubs, her hair pulled back in a ponytail.“Hi!” I said, a little too perky after three cups of coffee.She stopped walking and looked at me. “You look like you’re spun out. Like you’re about to burst at the seams.”I grinned. “I am. I’m excited.”She laughed. “I can see that.”She gave me a kiss that started out as one of those quickie goodbye kisses and then transformed into something much more enthusiastic.“You better go,” I said breathlessly. “Otherwise, I’m going to drag you right back into that bedroom and bury myself deep inside you.”She stepped back, her hand on my chest. “I see many late days in my future.”I winked. “So do I.”She laughed, patted Leia on the head, and grabbed her purse and lunchbox before heading out the door to work. I felt a little guilty that she had to work every day while Khloe and I hung

SadeIt was getting harder and harder to go to work and leave Trent at home. I wanted to hang out with him and spend the day making our house into a home. I knew he would tell me I didn’t have to work. I knew he would be more than willing to support me, but I couldn’t do it. I loved my job—most of the time.I was deep into a series of slides when a loud alarm sounded. I jumped up and looked around, wondering what the hell was happening. A red light on the ceiling began to flash. I tried to remember back to the days of my orientation to remember what it all meant. Red couldn’t be a good thing.“What’s going on?” I asked Holly.She grabbed my hand and began walking with me to the breakroom. “Grab your purse. We have to go.”“What?”“We’re being evacuated. Technically, we shouldn’t be stopping for our purses, but the last time this happened, we weren’t allowed back in the building for an entire day. Our keys, phones, everything was in the breakroom.”We weren’t the only ones rushing into

TrentI carried in the last bag from the car and put it down in the middle of the floor. The kitchen counters were filled with bags and boxed appliances. Sade had disappeared down the hall and had to come back into the main living room.She’d been very quiet on the drive over, and other than the brief conversation when we first arrived, she had said very little since. I could feel something was off. She didn’t have that spring in her step, and the excitement about unloading our haul wasn’t there. I was thrilled to have just about everything we needed to move in.She came back into the kitchen and rummaged through some bags. “I’ll put these in the bathroom,” she said without looking directly at me.“Is everything okay?” I asked.“Yes, fine,” she answered. “Do you want to do the kitchen or start in the bedroom?”She was being very curt, like we were on a mission and she was completely focused on that mission. We were moving into a home together. I was expecting a little more enthusiasm.