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“Of course not.”
“Are you going to tell your brothers about your new house?”
“Only if they ask,” he said. “I’ll still stay at the pub some nights. If I have to work late it’s easier.”
“And you’re going to invite me to stay with you at the house?”
“Are you chickening out on me?”
“No. I mean I want to see you again. All of you.”
“Good.” Relief shot through him, acute in a physical rush. “We’ll continue with our agreement.”
“And if we both want more?”
“We’ll face that when we come to it. We might find we don’t suit.”
She averted her gaze to her plate. “We’ll keep family stuff out of our relationship.”
“Hell yeah.”
“The next two weeks can’t go fast enough.”
