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“No,” Liam interrupted. “No getting rid of stuff, no selling the house.”
Kat wrapped her arms around her ribs. She didn’t understand them. Selling the house made sense. “But—”
Hunter cut her off. “I agree with Liam. What if things don’t work out? What if something happens to me? What if I’m flushed from the Corps because of us? There’s too much uncertainty to do something as permanent as selling your house.”
“But we can’t both stay and go,” Kat protested. “I thought this was already decided. We’re going with you. Liam, I thought that’s what you wanted.”
“We’ll find another way,” Liam said. “Maybe rent the house. God knows there are enough people who want to rent in this area.”
“That’s a possibility. Whatever, I think we shouldn’t made impulsive decisions,” Hunter pointed out.
The pleasant warmth of a few minutes ago became a harsh chill. Shaking off Hunter’s hand, Kat turned away and grabbed the third mug of coffee. Were neither of them as ready to commit as she was?
She drew a calming breath and set her cup on the counter without taking a drink. She spoke without looking at either of them. “I can understand not wanting to sell the house, but we still need to lighten our load. There’s a lot of stuff we can get rid of, which will make moving around easier.”
“I’m not getting rid of stuff. You can get rid of your things if you want, but not mine.”
Liam’s flat statement left no doubt that he meant what he said, but Kat was baffled. What did it matter if they got rid of the box of college papers he’d stashed in the attic?
Whatever the issue, it was very clear she was outvoted and outgunned.
“Fine.” But it wasn’t fine. Not fine at all. She wasn’t angry, exactly. They were entitled to their opinion and input. That wasn’t what had happened here, though. They’d combined forces to shut her down. Disconcerted by being ganged up on, she changed the subject. “We’re supposed to be having a relationship meeting. So where do we stand?”
Liam and Hunter exchanged a look before Liam shrugged. “We’re good.”
Kat bit back a sharp response. She needed to get it together. Her annoyance wasn’t helpful. “Not what I mean.” She took a deliberate breath, giving herself a moment to settle. “We agreed to give it a week and revisit, to really talk about what we see as hard limits and what we want from this.”
“Ah. Right.” Liam pulled out a chair and sat, gesturing across the table for Hunter.
“Who starts?” Kat asked
Hunter lifted a brow. “You called the meeting, you run the meeting.”
“Military rules?” She tried to make a joke of it, but it fell flat. Evidently she hadn’t pushed her irritation back far enough. The seats Liam and Hunter took, side by side and across from her, didn’t help alleviate her unease.
“Just seems right,” Hunter said.
“That makes the topic of meetings first up, then,” she decided.
“Fine with me.” Liam settled back in his chair. The relaxed look was back, a reminder of why this was worth working to accomplish.
“Okay. I think that because of the potential for crossed wires and confusion, we should have regular meetings. That way we can be more proactive and get ahead of any problems. And we should mix up who is in charge of the meetings.” She had no desire to be the only one running them. This was a responsibility they should all share.
Hunter nodded slowly. “It’s a good idea. I can’t guarantee regular meetings, though. I don’t always know my schedule, and when I do it could change. And I might not always be here.”
“Reasonable,” Liam agreed. “A general schedule and a way to work rescheduling is probably best. Sometimes I might be the one out of the loop.”
Kat managed a smile. “This is exactly why we need these meetings. How often do you think would be good?”
Liam drummed his fingers on the edge of the table. “Monthly?”
Tension crept up her neck at the suggestion. “That seems like a long time. I was thinking weekly.”
Hunter leaned forward. “It makes sense to have longer between meetings to let things settle. Split the difference and say every other week.”
“That seems reasonable,” Liam agreed.
She could work with every other week. “Okay. Saturday mornings seem good?”
