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She growls. “Maddening man.”

“Yourmaddening man.” I kiss her temple. “No cameras. I promise. I can put some there if you’d like. Get them installed tonight so you can find them tomorrow and you can shove distance between us?”

“How helpful of you.” She knocks me with her elbow. “Come on then. Show me this damn house.”

Following her up the driveway, I grin as she, muttering all the while, stomps over to the steps that lead to the oversized front door.

She might be mafia royalty, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love rattling her crown…

SEVEN

HOW DARE HE HAVE SUCH GOOD TASTE?

A partof me wants to hate it just because he’s so presumptuous.

But I can’t.

I don’t.

It’s darling.

I don’t even like that adjective, but it’s the one word that sums it up.

It isn’t perfect and there are definitely things I want to do to it to make itright,but the bones are beautiful.

The first floor consists of two living rooms, a dining room, an office, and a surprisingly large kitchen/breakfast room.

Upstairs, where the ceilings are a lot lower, enough that Maxim bitches every time he walks through a door because he has to duck his head, there are seven bedrooms.

Each has an original stove, the floors throughout are also original, and… I’m in love with this house.

Maxim’s sigh is put-upon.

Which tells me my appreciation has etched its way into my expression.

When I find him leaning against the doorjamb, I lick my lips.

He notices too.

“Which is the main bedroom?”

“Our bedroom, you mean?”

This is not a drill!

“Yes,” I croak.

His smirk tells me he noticesthatas well. “Whichever you want. I hate waking up to sunshine, but I get up early and will be commuting anyway so it doesn’t matter if your morning routine involves solar torture.”

“Isn’t that what blackout curtains are for?”

“I have four different sets of blackout shades and light still gets in.”

“What are you? A vampire?”

“In a past life.”

I snort. “Well, you’re in luck. I don’t like the sunshine in my face first thing in the morning either.” He perks up. “But I don’t need ten sets of blackout shades or for my bed to be coffin-shaped so I’m not sure if we’re even compatible.”