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I clutch her hands. “I’m not being funny. I need to move in here to show the judge we’re married.”
She bites her lip and glances away. “But we never discussed this.”
She’s scared. Harmony is literally scared. Why? During all the months I chased her, I thought she was playing hard to get. It appears I was wrong. There’s something else going on with her. I can’t wait to discover what.
The baby monitor squeaks with the sound of Robin gurgling in her sleep and I remember. Any chance of Harmony and I being together died when the social worker placed Robin in Harmony’s arms. I can’t be with a woman who has a baby. I can’t raise a child.
I clear my throat. “We didn’t discuss me living here because I thought it was obvious.”
“Obvious?”
“Married couples live together.”
She frowns.
“We can live in my place if you prefer.” My nose wrinkles. “Except my idiot brother, Brody, is couch surfing at my place.”
“If Brody’s an idiot, you are, too, since the two of you are practically twins.”
“Harmony. Harmony. Harmony.” I shake my head. “Do I need to draw you a family tree? Brody and I are not twins. Miller is my twin, and Brody and Riley are twins.”
“Your poor mother.”
“Our mother couldn’t ask for four better sons.”
“Aren’t there five Bragg brothers?”
I scrunch up my nose. “Damon doesn’t count. He’s a fussy pants.”
“A fussy pants?”
“Always trying to ruin our fun. Aka fussy pants.”
“Let me guess. Your fun would have caused the house to burn down.”
I purse my lips. “There’s no evidence the fire couldn’t have been contained. Eventually.”
She giggles. “I feel sorry for Damon.”
“There’s no need to feel sorry for Damon. He feels sorry enough for himself.”
“Did Damon fly back to San Diego already?”
I tweak her nose. “Trying to change the topic of conversation. Clever girl.”
She feigns confusion. “What’s the topic of conversation? Between your jokes and lectures about your family tree, I’ve forgotten.”
She hasn’t forgotten, but I’ll indulge her anyway. “Where to put my stuff since I’m moving in.”
She wags a finger at me. “No. No. No. We weren’t discussing where to put your stuff. We were discussing younotmoving in here.”
“I guess you remember the topic of discussion after all.”
She stomps her foot. “You are not moving in here. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever.”
“Don’t you want the judge to believe we’re truly married?”
She rolls her eyes. “The judge isn’t going to visit Winter Falls.”
