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"Then don't. Stay here. I'll take care of you. You can get your degree—it's not that long of a commute—and set up your therapy practice and do whatever you want. You can see your friends whenever they want."

I took a deep breath. "I'm moving in."

He blew out his breath as a sigh of relief. "About time."

"Are we still waiting out the week?"

"Yeah." He paused. "But I'm not opposed to engaging in the loophole, though."

"What looph—" I paused. "Oh."

"Come on in the shower," he said, "and we'll get the sweat off of you and the dust off of me. But no touching."

"Okay," I said. "Just like when we first met."

He grinned.