It Ends with Us by Colleen Hoover (z-lib.org).epub

He laughs and grabs my hand, sliding his fingers through mine. “She
probably doesn’t even cash the checks,” he says. “Have you ever checked?”
I haven’t. Now I’m curious.
“Goodnight, Lily,” he says.
I can’t stop smiling, because this is kind of ridiculous. And so great.
“Goodnight, Ryle.”
• • •
I think I might be lost.
Everything is so white and so clean, it’s blinding. I shuffle through one
of the living rooms and try to find my way to the kitchen. I have no idea
where my dress ended up last night, so I pulled on one of Ryle’s shirts. It
falls past my knees, and I wonder if he has to buy shirts that are too big for
him just so they’ll fit his arms.
There are too many windows and way too much sun, so I’m forced to
shield my eyes as I go in search of coffee.
I push through the kitchen doors and find a coffeemaker.
Thank you, Jesus.
I set it to brew and then go in search for a mug when the kitchen door
opens behind me. I spin around and I’m relieved to see that Allysa isn’t
always a perfect concoction of makeup and jewelry. Her hair is in a messy
topknot and mascara is smeared down her cheeks. She points at the
coffeemaker. “I’m gonna need me some of that,” she says. She pulls
herself up on the island and then slouches forward.
“Can I ask you a question?” I say.
She barely has the energy to nod.
I wave my hand around the kitchen. “How did this happen? How in the
hell did your entire house become spotless between the party last night
and me waking up just now? Did you stay up and clean?”
She laughs. “We have people for that,” she says.
“People?”
She nods. “Yep. There are people for everything,” she says. “You’d be
surprised. Think of something. Anything. We probably have people for it.”
“Groceries?”
“People,” she says.
“Christmas décor?”