He smiled. “We’re doing this.”
“Are we going to give each other keys and stuff?” she asked.
She vaguely knew where his apartment was downtown, but she’d never been there. The boys had been, though. Their comments about the space all revolved around his video game setup. It was, apparently, amazing.
“My apartment has a doorman. You’re already on the list of people with clearance to be let in whenever you want,” he said against her hair.
Her eyes went wide. She was on the doorman list?
Wait…he had a freaking doorman?
“Since when,” she asked, “am I on the list?”
“Since you became part of the family.”
“Oh.” She glanced at his palm, still practicing magic in the muscles at her shoulder.
“It’s not a big deal,” he said, but it sounded like it was actually a pretty big deal to him.
“Even after the divorce?” she asked carefully, unsure if she wanted to know the answer.
“You’re still part of the family.” His sincerity pierced through the sadness that came whenever she thought about those times. “Divorce doesn’t change that.”
The divorce wasn’t contentious, but it was still a divorce. She still mourned what her boys had lost when their parents split. Knowing they’d never remember a time when Mom and Dad were together as a couple, not just a parental unit.
“Seriously?” she asked, not fully believing him.
He nodded.
“A doorman is so fancy. I have only a keypad,” she said, making the silly face that usually worked to make the boys laugh.
Travis didn’t laugh. But his lips twitched, so she’d call it a win.
“I usually just use the garage opener,” she said, as they dance-moved closer to the edge of the dance floor. “But the keypad works on the front and back doors. It’s, uh, four-zero-six-nine.”
“Four, zero, six, nine,” he repeated.
She’d given him the code before—the night he brought her margaritas and she’d crashed on the sofa. This time, though, when she gave him the numbers, it felt like more.
They were, somehow, a promise she was making.
“I can write it down for you,” she said. “Or the boys know. They’re sworn to secrecy, though, so they probably won’t say anything, even if you ask.”
He grinned.
Knowing Travis, he’d test them on that later.
“And…uh…just to be clear,” she chattered on. “We’re not seeing other people while we’re seeing each other, right?”
“Do you want to see other people?” he volleyed back.
He looked as though he absolutely did not want that.
“No,” she said, remarkably fast. “I was hoping this was exclusive.”
“Me too.” He spoke against her forehead.
“Good. Exclusive is good.” She did the whacky face thing again.
