“Move in.” He was insistent. “I want you to live with me.”
I shook my head. “If anybody’s moving anywhere, you’re moving in with me. Your place is cursed, Detective.”
A surge of heat fired his eyes. “You’re on. I’ll be happy to move in with you.”
“Wait, that’s not what I said.”
“When can I move in?”
I had a feeling that this was going to be a daily conversation until I relented.
“J?”
I stared up into his eyes.
“I could move in this weekend.”
“No.” I chuckled. “It’s too soon.”
“How ’bout Monday?”
I groaned.
“I wanna kiss you.”
I smiled at him. He was adorable.
“But I’m just not comfortable doing that in the middle of this diner.”
I squinted at him.
“What?”
“I will remind you that you just kissed me right here in this diner.”
His brows furrowed.
“Forgot that, didn’t you?”
He was quiet a moment, all-out scowling now.
“Is this ringing a bell?”
“Hell.”
I laughed at him.
“What is going on with me?”
“I think you find me irresistible.”
“Yeah, but that’s always been true,” he said dismissively, which I loved.
“Has it?”
“What?”
“I’m irresistible?”