Page 23 of Beck and Call

By the time we landed I was exhausted. A different driver picked us up from the plane in the same car we'd used before we left. "How many people do you have to drive for you?"

"Two. Rick is my main driver and security professional. He has a family, though, and doesn't work nights. This is Dave, he handles my transport at night and on weekends."

Perhaps because Dave wasn't present when we left for the airport, he didn’t know where I lived. Still I was concerned when he took an exit from the airport that sent him in the opposite direction from my apartment, and Beckett didn’t correct him.

"Am I not going home?" I asked when neither of them remembered the direction my apartment was in.

Beckett glanced at me, and there was apprehension in his blue eyes. "About that. We are going home, to my home."

There was more than his desire to have sex with me going on here. "I'm really tired. I'd like to just go home and get some sleep."

I watched as his body tightened in anticipation. "I had your things moved out of that shoebox you were living in."

"What–" I forced myself to take a deep breath and start again. "What do you mean, you had my things moved out? I signed a lease; you can't just break it for me."

"It turns out your landlord was ridiculously easy to bribe. I couldn't leave you in that place."

My body was vibrating with anger. I was determined not to release it though. He had already said he didn't want me living there, and I didn't particularly want to live there myself. I wasn't sure he would understand it was the fact he decided for me that pissed off.

"Beckett, I'm very tired, and trying not to say something I'll regret tomorrow morning. Where exactly am I supposed to live?"

Then I realized the reason he looked as worried as he was. "You expect me to live with you, don't you?"

He opened his hands in front of him. A gesture that urged me to see his reasoning. "It makes sense. We'll be heading in to work early and working long days. I'm hoping you'll spend most of your free time with me as well. Going back and forth between your apartment and mine doesn't make logistical sense."

I took out my cell phone and texted Jana.

Me: Is the offer for your spare room still good?

Jana: Hell yes! Are we going to be roomies?

Me: Maybe, I'll explain when I get there.

Jana: When are you coming?

Me: Is now okay?

Jana: Sure thing, I'll let the doorman know you're coming.

Beckett was still waiting for me to reply to him. "I know it might make logistical sense, but moving in with you after knowing you for a handful of days seems to be far less reasonable to me."

"I can help you find a suitable place tomorrow."

"No need. I'm going to go stay with Jana. She's been begging me to move in with her for a while now."

He didn't reply, so I passed on her address to Dave. We rode the rest of the way in tense silence.

* * *

Jana met me at the door and helped me pull my suitcase inside of her spare room.

She petted the suitcase and purred. "Where did you get this set of luggage? I'm not even sure it's available yet."

Of course it wasn't. "Beckett."

"Is he also the reason you're at my apartment tonight?"

I nodded. "He's a control freak and decided to move me out of my apartment in the three days we were in Europe."

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