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She pulls her hands from mine and rubs them over her face. “If it’s an issue, I don’t have to stay here as much. I’ll go back to the sublet so I’m not in the way.”

“Give me your hands.”

She looks at me funny, but she obeys my command.

“I love having you here, Arianne,” I tell her.

“What’s bothering you, then?” There’s a tinge of nervousness in her voice.

“Nothing is bothering me, baby,” I tell her.

“Then why do I feel like I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop?”

“Someone woke up on the pessimistic side of the bed this morning,” I say.

“Whatever it is, just tell me.”

She still looks petrified.

“We’ve been dating for nearly three months and we’ve been doing this back and forth dance—”

“You want to break up with me?”

My jaw drops. “You’re putting words into my mouth—”

“It’s your fault, Beckett. You’re being all mysterious and shit.”

It takes me a while to catch on, but I finally do.

I grab her chin.

“Arianne, I’m not about to dump bad news into your lap. We’re talking. People who date, talk.”

Stress lifts off her shoulders and she allows them to fall.

“Maybe I’m being paranoid—”

“Ya think?”

“Okay, I am.”

“Let’s drive to your sublet, grab all your belongings, stuff your entire universe in the back of my SUV and drive back here,” I say.

She looks at me puzzled.

I cup her face, drop a soft kiss on her lips and spell it out for her in no uncertain terms. “Your stuff belongs in my house. You belong in my house.”

She still doesn’t clue in.

“Arianne, I want you to move in with me.”

“Wh—what?”

“For all intents and purposes, we’re already living together.”

“Are you sure about this?”

I get up, walk to the counter, grab the little black box I hid first thing this morning and return to sit next to her.

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