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“I don’t have anything to do today.”
“Wrong,” he says, tugging a white T-shirt over his head. “You promised Mo you’d meet her at Animal Haven.”
“Oh, right.” I wrap the sheet around my chest and sit up. “Will I see you later?”
“Of course.” Trevor leans in and kisses me. “Stay as long as you’d like. Explore. I put a key to the house on your key ring. Lock up before you go.”
I put a key to the house on your key ring.
I blink and then blink again.
He gave me a key to his house.
I fly out of bed, pull the sheet tight around my chest, and run down the hallway, skidding to a stop when I see Trevor with a hip propped against the island in his kitchen. He’s grinning from ear to ear with his hat in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.
“You’re not going to freak out, are you?” he asks.
Am I? I take stock of my body. Pulse, steady. Palms, dry. Legs, still. I think I’m good.
I did have a minor freak-out, which is why I darted after him, but once I saw him again, the fear faded away.
I shake my head. In three strides, I’m in front of him. “No, I’m not going to freak out.”
“Good.” He sets his coffee down and reaches for me. “I wasn’t sure how you’d handle that little bombshell. When I heard you come barreling down the hall, I figured you were seconds away from an anxiety attack.”
“I don’t have anxiety,” I say, giving him a pointed look. “And it was a pretty big bombshell.”
“It’s just a key.”
Really? Is he crazy? “Just a key? It is not just a key. You just gave me permission to enter your home at any time for any reason. Do you realize the magnitude of that? I could scrounge through all of your drawers and the deepest parts of your closet.”
“Are you going to do that? Because I can already tell you there’s nothing there.”
“No, I’m not going to do that, but I could, and you’re allowing it, which means you have nothing to hide and you trust me and—”
“You’re freaking out.”
“No.” I swallow and take a tiny step back—not too far though, because damn he smells good. “It’s just we’ve only been together…” I try to calculate the days in my head, but they all run together. “I don’t know the number, but it hasn’t been long.”
“Do I have to keep reminding you that we’ve known each other for years? Years, Claire. I trust you as much as my own family. And I want you here. Milo too. I want you both here. I want to make love to you in my bed—and yours too from time to time—and I want to cook for you and curl up on the couch and watch movies with you.”
Well, damn. That’s super sweet.
“Are you crying?” he asks.
“No, I’m not crying.” I sniff. “That was just really sweet.”
“Are you sure you don’t have anxiety?”
“Would you stop with the anxiety crap?”
“Okay. You think too much.”
He’s probably right about the anxiety, but I’ll never tell him that. And I do think too much. I’m tired of thinking and overanalyzing every freaking thing in my life.
“Not about this.” I push up on my toes and kiss Trevor. “I want all of those things you mentioned too.”
“So we’re good?”
