Page 130 of Falling for the Billionaire Best Man

“I can’t say that would make me very happy either,” he said. “But you could pack your panty drawer, and they could do all the other stuff.”

“And Rick?” I asked. “You think he’s going to be any nicer to them than he is to you?”

He turned to look at my cat who seemed to be contemplating world domination. “Good point. That’s a lawsuit waiting to happen.

I stood in the middle of my living room, staring at the chaos that was my life packed into boxes. I was mostly just throwing things into boxes and hoping for the best. Rick, naturally, had decided to “help” by sitting directly on the box I was trying to pack.

“Rick, come on,” I said, nudging him gently. “You’re not helping.”

He blinked at me slowly, letting me know he couldn’t give a shit what I thought. We spent the next couple of hours boxing up things that would be going to New York and things that would be donated. When it really came down to it, I didn’t have a lot of furniture. Most of the boxes were filled with clothes. It was strange to be changing so much so quickly, but in a good way.

Later that evening, we sat on the couch, surrounded by labeled boxes. Kaisen had poured us each a glass of wine. We sat there, just enjoying the quiet moment together.

“You’re good with this, right?” he asked.

I turned to him. “Good with this? Kaisen, I’m more than good with this. I’m excited. Nervous, sure, but mostly excited. This feels like the beginning of something real, something I’ve been waiting for. It’s us now. And that’s what I want.”

He studied my face for a moment, as if searching for any trace of doubt. Finding none, he smiled, his shoulders relaxing. “Good. You’re it for me, Dorie. If you didn’t want to move to New York, I would move here.”

“You’re it for me too.”

“Do you think we’re crazy?” I asked suddenly, breaking the silence. “I mean, this is all happening really, really fast.”

Kaisen laughed softly. “Maybe a little. But isn’t that what makes it fun? Leaping into the unknown together?”

“I guess so,” I said, leaning into him. “But it’s not really the unknown anymore, is it? We know what we want. We know where we’re going.”

“We start our life together,” he said.

“I like the sound of that.”

“Me too,” he murmured. “Me too.”