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Hence the not knowing how to feel about him.

“But when you’re in Miami?” Josie prompted after I babbled for a long time about the club.

“It’s like we’re playing house,” I told her.

It was interesting how easily we fell into a comfortable rhythm. Picking places to order from, eating while watching one of my action or horror movies.

While I fed the cats, he would take out the trash and wash up any dishes we used.

We’d brush our teeth side-by-side.

If I was sweeping the main space, I would find him cleaning the bathroom.

It was all just so… easy.

“I don’t understand,” Josie said. “Do you want it to be hard?”

“I think I just assumed it would be.”

“I mean, to be fair, this is kinda the honeymoon stage, right? I think the harder stuff comes when things need to be negotiated and decided on. When someone doesn’t get one hundred percent of what they want.”

“That’s fair. We haven’t really done a lot of talk about the future. But it’s still really new.”

“But you are thinking about the future?” she asked, trying to hold back a smile.

“Yeah.”

“With him?”

“Yes,” I admitted, the first time I’d really done so aloud.

“Like… white dress and baby booties kind of future?”

“Josie, come on. Get real. It would be ablackdress,” I said.

“And would your baby live like that goth baby I see all over social media?” she teased.

“I mean, if it lives with me, it won’t have much of a choice.”

“Have you informed Cato that he has to dress up with you for Halloween yet?” she asked.

“No, I haven’t told him that yet,” I admitted.

“Told me what?” Cato asked, making us both look over to find him standing there with a tray of coffees.

“That you’ll be forced to dress for Halloween if you want to stay with Rynn,” Josie said, accepting her iced latte with a smile.

“Is that right?” he asked, brows quirked as he looked at me.

“Yep. And I will also drag you to every haunted house, haunted hayride, haunted woods, basically anything with Halloween vibes in a hundred mile radius.”

“Sometimes, she is one of the serial killers in the haunted woods,” Josie piped in.

“You ever scare the pee out of a bunch of cocky teenagers? It’s a blast,” I said.

“So what am I dressing up as?” Cato asked.

That was something you just had to love about the man. He just kind of… went with the flow.

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