“What are you talking about?”
“This morning. Professional movers. They’re at your apartment right now, packing up your stuff. Abby is supervising to make sure they don’t go through your underwear.”
“Dane! You can’t do that!”
“I wasn’t going to risk you actually moving back to Wyoming because Abby was tired of us being disgusting newlyweds.”
“We’re not married.”
“Yet.” That too was a foregone conclusion in my opinion. We were just enjoying being together for now, but I was going to marry her. She would be my wife and have my babies.
“Dane—”
“Before you argue, I know we agreed to wait a year. I’m sticking to that. But I want you living with me. Properly. Not just most of your things, but all of them. I want you to feel like my apartment—our apartment—is actually home.”
Tears welled up in her eyes. “You hired movers.”
“I did. And I got Abby a thank-you gift for putting up with us.”
“What kind of gift?”
“That set of knives she’s been talking about. And a set of French copper cookware.”
“Dane, that’s thousands of dollars’ worth of stuff.”
“She’s your best friend. She let us be messy and complicated and figure things out in her space. She deserves to be thanked properly.” I wiped away a tear that had slipped down her cheek. “Plus, she walked in on us naked on her couch. I think we owe her more than just a spa weekend.”
Ina laughed through her tears. “She’s never going to let us forget that.”
“Probably not. But don’t think that’s going to make her stop asking you for a Birkin.”
I laughed. “We’ll see how she does helping with the wedding planning.”
“You’re very confident.”
“And that’s why you love me.”
“I do love you.” She kissed me softly. “Even though you’re high-handed and controlling.”
“I prefer to think of it as efficient problem-solving.”
“Of course you do.”
My computer dinged with a reminder about my next call, and Ina sighed.
“Back to work?”
“Unfortunately.” I kissed her once more. “Dinner tonight? I’ll try to be home by seven.”
“I’ll order from that Thai place you like.”
“Perfect.”
She stood up, straightening her dress, checking her reflection in the window to make sure she looked professional.
“Do I look like I’ve been making out with the CEO?” she asked.
“A little.”
