Free Between The Sheets - Complete Collection by Mia Cardine Page A

home…with him.”
    “It’s what I feel I have to do.  I wish you’d respect that, even if you don’t understand it.”
    “Why should I when you are dismissing my feelings on this situation?”
    Brandi rolled her eyes, shaking her head.  “Like I said, Geoffrey, this is not about you.”
    He was wasting his time.  She would not be dissuaded from her chosen course, no matter what he said.  “Good night, Brandi.”
    He unlocked and opened the door, closing it behind him quietly.  The soft click of the lock engaging behind him felt like the last shot to their fledging relationship.
    She would not cry. Not over another man.  Not over Geoffrey Rasmussen, no matter how perfect he seemed to be for her.
    Brandi engaged the lock and surveyed her home.  Their unfinished meals still sat on the table, the food cold by now.  The bottle of wine still sat in the chiller that held more cold water than ice.  She looked down and there was one of the buttons from his shirt just lying there.  Mocking her with the dream of what could have been.
    If he truly cared, he would have understood or, at the very least, attempted to.  He should have trusted me.
    Well, she couldn’t worry about him now.  The fight of her life stood before her, a fight she would win at all costs.  Her eyes narrowed as she considered all her options.  While she weighed them, she cleaned the kitchen, put away the food and wine, swept the floor, saving the buttons she found, and straightened the dining and living room.
    Okay.  If she had to share the condo with Nick – although she intended to see her lawyer incase there was another option, other than paying his expenses – she needed to make sure he understood they were just two roommates.
    First, she needed to de-personalize the second bedroom.  She’d made it into a guestroom and office. She’d be damned if she would give Nick that kind of space.
    Changing into comfortable yoga pants and a tank top, she stripped the bed of the comforter set, the eight hundred-thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets, the pillows and even the mattress cover.  If she could’ve done it and gotten away with it, she would have removed the bed itself.  But she and Nick had bought the bed together, along with the king-sized one she slept in. 
    Next, she tackled the desk, tugging and pushing until she managed to get it into her room.  Good thing she had more than enough room for it.  The rug, drapes, even the luxurious towels she’d purchased, all went into her room, along with the extra sheet sets.  None of these were the ones she and Nick had picked out together.  Wanting to remove any evidence that Nick had ever lived there, she’d replaced everything but the furniture itself.
    Brandi looked around for her phone.  It was nowhere to be seen.  Frowning, she went into her bedroom and checked her purse.
    Relieved to find it, she made a note to herself to check with the finance company they’d opened an account with to finance the purchases.  That done, she returned to the task of turning the condo from her own special retreat to a roommate situation.  Nothing that Nick might need, and that she had no intention of letting him use, escaped her notice.
    Once she organized her bedroom in to some semblance of order, she returned to the kitchen and made space for whatever Nick might have because her stuff was hers alone.  She didn’t want him to so much as think it was okay to use her things.  Dividing things so he’d be left with the exact number of cabinets and drawers she herself had, she reorganized her dishes, pots, utensils and flatware.
    Brandi checked the second bathroom, removing the décor, towels and rugs.  She even emptied the cabinet so that nothing remained.  Done, she went through her condo again to make sure nothing had escaped her notice.
    Satisfied, she went to her own adjoining bathroom and took a long, soothing shower.  Afterwards, she applied lotion all over, slipped on a t-shirt and