My heart expands in my chest. He saidthem. He loves me too.
They keep talking, but it’s all a blur. When she’s done with Eli, she then speaks with Lindseyand me separately. I fix Eli a sandwich while she and Lindsey talk, and then she asks to see the house.
Eli is excited to show it to her, explaining the rooms.
When we get to the top of the stairs, he points at the doors. “That’s my room. That’s Lindsey’s room. That’s Miller’s room. His room is downstairs, but he stays up here so I’ll feel safer.”
Lindsey and I both shift uncomfortably. That… might be a problem.
This can’t be good. No one is going to believe we’re in a relationship and sleeping in separate rooms.
When I walk Mrs. Cantrell to the front door, she stops before walking out. “I know the Davenports.”
My stomach drops. Is she telling me she’s been bought and is on their side? I’m about to ask when she continues. “I wouldn’t trust them with my dog, let alone a child.”
Relief hits fast and hard.
She looks at me. “I still have some interviews to do, but I’ll be recommending that Eli is better off with you and Lindsey.” She holds her hand up. “However… no one is going to believe this relationship if you’re sleeping in separate rooms.”
I nod slowly. “I’ll fix that.”
I wave goodbye to Mrs. Cantrell and shut the door behind her.
Lindsey comes up to me.
“Well?”
I turn. “Where’s Eli?”
She points upstairs. “He’s brushing his teeth.”
I grab her hand. “She said she’s going to recommend Eli stay with us here.”
Her hands go to her mouth, and she’s so happy I feel almost guilty continuing. “But there is something else.”
She puts a hand to her chest. “What is it?”
I look at her, trying to figure out how to say it when she asks. “Oh God, is it the sleeping situation?”
I nod. “Lindsey…”
She tenses.
I point to the front door. “Honey, she said flat-out no one is going to believe us if we’re sleeping in separaterooms.”
She pops her shoulders. “So what? We just sleep together—” She gasps. “Not sleep together, but you know what I mean—we sleep in the same room now?”
I rub the back of my neck. “We don’t have to make this weird.”
She looks down at the ground and sways back and forth before lifting her head to look at me. “What do you think?”
I have wanted her in my bed since the first day I met her, but I don’t think she wants to hear that. I promised myself that I wouldn’t add any pressure to her, and I won’t. “I think it’s important that we sleep in the same room together. We would never want to ask Eli to lie and?—”
She cuts me off. “So what? We lie to him? That doesn’t seem right either.” She blows out a breath. “Miller, do you realize how deep you’re getting into this?”
I put my hands on her shoulders. “I’m all in, Lindsey.”
She lifts her chin. “For how long?”
