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“We’ll put my shit in storage and I’ll move to your place. Doesn’t matter to me.”
I was beyond staring and went straight to gawking.
“What about your view?” I asked.
He shrugged.
“I only have one bathroom,” I said.
“We could make that work.”
“I have a yard. You’d have to mow the grass. I don’t think Stevie will keep mowing my side if you live there.”
“Your yard’s the size of a postage stamp. I think I can manage mowing the grass.”
“It isn’t secure. There isn’t even an alarm system.”
“Vance will put one in.”
“What about the Command Center? I don’t have a room where you can put your top secret PI stuff.”
He started laughing again. “Do you want to move or do you want me to move? Make up your mind.”
“I don’t know,” I said, and I didn’t.
“Well you have to figure it out now because one or the other of us is moving in tonight. No more fucking around.”
“I can’t figure it out now. I’m too stressed. I may be pregnant. I think I need to go out and buy vitamins or something.”
He pulled me deeper into him and I could feel his body shaking with his hilarity. I didn’t think it was hilarious. I thought it was scary as shit.
When he pulled himself together he said, “We’ll move to your place. It’s close to Fortnum’s and you have good neighbors. And I like your bedroom. I’ll rent this place out.”
Somehow, that made the panic ease but not totally subside.
He looked down at me.
“Happy with that?” he asked.
I nodded.
He got that soft look on his face and the melty look in his eyes. My knees started to buckle and I leaned into him.
Then the door buzzer went.
“Fucking hell,” he muttered.
He let me go and went to the door.
When he came back, he said, “Darius is coming up.”
I’d already met Eddie in Lee’s shirt. I wasn’t going to gallivant around in front of Darius in Lee’s tee. I mean, I was possibly pregnant. Pregnant women didn’t run around in front of just everyone wearing nothing but panties and T-shirt.
I grabbed my coffee, topped up and ran to the bedroom.
I slapped on some happy makeup—lots of glittery eye shadow, thick mascara and dewy-blush. I topped some jeans and the black belt with rivets that Lee gave me with a white T-shirt that said,I shot J.R.in black, and slid on my black flip-flops.
I flip-flopped my way back to the coffeepot, poured some in a travel mug and headed to the balcony where Darius and Lee were lounging.
