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“You live like this?”

I finally look at him, and he’s watching me, smiling. He walks over and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me in. My hands find his chest.

“I’ve wanted to share this with someone for so long.”

Something in my chest cracks open.

Fuck. I’m not sure how this happened, but I’m in love with this man.

Chapter 41

Katie

“Iwant to show you something,” Michael says, pulling me toward a door.

He opens it, and I step inside. The closet stretches out in front of me. Rows of his suits line one wall, spaced out perfectly, and color-coded. Beneath them there are shelves of shoes. There’s another section of casual clothes with t-shirts, button-downs, jeans, all folded or hung with the same precision. A long island sits in the center, glass-topped, watches laid out in rows, cufflinks, ties, everything organized.

I move further in, and it wraps around. There are more shelves and more of him.

Then I see the shift. The colors change first. They are brighter and softer. There are fabrics that don’t belong anywhere near the rest of it. There are dresses, blouses, and jeans. Shoes are lined up underneath. Bags are stacked neatly on the shelves. Jewelry is laid out in trays inside glass cases.

I stop walking and look at him. He’s already watching me.

“I had Beatrice pick some things out for you.”

Once again, I’m left standing there, completely dumbstruck, because what the hell are you even supposed to say to something like this? I wrap my arms around myself.

“Hey,” he says, coming up beside me. “You okay?”

“It’s a lot.”

“I want you to have everything, Katie.”

I shake my head slightly. “I don’t even know what to say to that.”

He watches me for a second and nods. “How about we get ready for bed instead?”

I let out a breath and nod. “Yeah. That sounds good.”

“Your bag’s over there,” he says, nodding toward it. “Luca brought it in from the SUV after he dropped you off earlier.”

“Okay.”

“But—“ he adds, tilting his head toward one of the drawers. “Look in that top one.”

I narrow my eyes at him but walk over anyway. I pull it open and pause. There’s an entire row of matching sets of silk pajamas, neatly folded. I don’t even want to think about how expensive they were. I reach out, running my hand over them. I glance back at him.

“You like?” he asks.

“Yeah.”

I pull out a teal set and head back into the bathroom to change. When I come back out, he’s there.

“Put your clothes in the hamper,” he says. “Beatrice will have someone take care of them.”

He leads me back to the bed, and he points to the side farthest from the door.

“You take that side.”