Page 122 of Undone

His actions spoke for him.

However, both Ford and Erin would like to hear him say it out loud. They just wanted him to do it on his own time. When he was comfortable. And one-hundred percent sure.

If he wasn’t, they could wait.

Dylan’s eyebrows stitched together. “You’re okay with alienating your family?”

“No,” Ford answered, “but it wouldn’t be me alienating them. They’d be alienating me.”

Erin understood where Ford was coming from, but she wasn’t sure she could be so accepting about losing her family’s love, all due to her choice of being with two men. Despite the fact those two men clearly loved her.

Would she give them up if her family disapproved? She wasn’t sure if she could, and she hoped it never got to that.

She rubbed her chest over her heart at that painful thought.

She would need to tell them before she agreed to move in with them.

Did she want to move in with them? That wasn’t a decision to be made lightly. Or tonight. Since it would also mean either selling her house or renting it out.

Damn, she needed to have a conversation with her parents and let them know what was going on with her life, other than the mundane updates she told them regularly. No doubt that particular conversation would be awkward.

She had no idea how they’d react beyond shocked at first. They didn’t even know she’d been in a casual relationship with Ford for years.

“Christmas is coming up soon. Wecouldinvite our families here for Christmas and New Years. They could see how we live firsthand,” Dylan suggested. “And see how happy we are.”

Erin thought that might work. They could see in person how happy they were. Not just hear about it over the phone.

“But just what are they going to see?” Ford turned his attention to her. “Do your parents know where you work now?”

“Yes, I mentioned it.”

“Do they know what the resort is all about?”

“They’re capable of googling,” she said simply.

“But have they?”

“My guess? No, because they’ve never asked more than, ‘How’s the new job going, honey?’”

“Do they know you’re hardly home anymore? That you practically live out of an overnight bag?”

“No,” she answered softly.

“My proposal would change that,” Dylan said simply.

“Where would we live? Here?” Ford asked skeptically.

“Well—”

“Your place isn’t big enough for three adults.”

“I can build a bigger place.”

Ford sat up and cocked an eyebrow at him. “You can?”

“A crew can.Wecan. You can design it however you’d like.”

“You’re the architect,” Ford reminded him.

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