I looked down at her.
“I renovated you a house.”
“Dylan.”
“Yeah. I built you a house.”
Her smile was sleepy and soft enough to ruin me all over again.
“I don’t live here,” she said.
“Not yet.”
Her eyebrow lifted.
I immediately added, “No pressure.”
She laughed quietly and settled back down.
“I like my apartment.”
“I know.”
“And Lily will accuse me of abandoning her again if I move twice in one year.”
“She would.”
“She cried for two days when I left Albuquerque.”
“I remember.”
“She wrote Destiny’s Abandonment Items on one of my boxes.”
“She’s not wrong.”
Destiny pinched my side lightly.
I laughed, then winced.
She rose up instantly. “Pain?”
“Worth it.”
“You say that too much.”
“I mean it every time.”
She narrowed her eyes, but the worry softened. After a moment, she settled against me again.
“Maybe someday,” she whispered.
My heart stopped doing whatever normal thing hearts did.
“Yeah?”
“Maybe.”
I kissed the top of her head and tried not to hold the word too tightly.
