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I glance over to see what he’s holding, then smile “Dirtier”

“Maybe I should start reading you bedtime stories,” he says

“That could be interesting” I laugh and stand, stretching and pushing againstlower back “I wasn’t made for manual labor This is torture”

“I offered—”

“Yeah, yeah” I wave hi is hard Maybe I’ll just keep this place and move a little at a time each day until it’s empty”

“No way,” he says as he follows me out of the office to e and pass it to him, then take another out for ht This whole back and forth ga old”

“We are putting a lot of miles on our cars,” I concede “And your condo already sold, so we ht as well sell this one, too”

“You haven’t actually slept here since just after Christmas,” he reminds me “Sell it and invest the money you’ll make”

“You’re always so practical” I push up on my toes to kiss his chin “It’s just one of the million reasons I love you”

“I love you, too”

“Coet this done”

“I have so me frown

“We have to pick up Piper in an hour, and I still have to—”

“Stop talking,” he says with a laugh and leads me to the couch We sit, and he suddenly looks nervous

What’s wrong now?

“I’ve been thinking,” he says

“If you’ve changed your ht have to smack you, because we’ve already moved half my stuff”