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“He was.” I rubbed my eyes. “I’m not saying life’s going to be perfect. I just—” I swallowed. Then met my boss’s gaze straight on. “I know myself. Thanks to you—and about eight years of school—I know who I am. What I am and am not capable of. I can’t be his therapist. No question. I can be his lover, though.”
“You’re risking a lot, both of you.” Rainbow ran her index finger around the rim of her mug.
“Living is a risk.”
She chuckled. “Yes, it is that.” She met my gaze. Her pale-blue eyes and blue-black hair gave her an ethereal appearance. She and the other six Dixon sisters all had the same look. Kennedy, the eldest, was the only one who was different—chestnut-brownhair and luminous brown eyes. The family teased her mercilessly about being the daughter of the mailman. Ridiculous since she was the spitting image of her father while the other seven favored their mother.
“We trust you to do your best for him, Cody.”
Kennedy’s husky voice had me pivoting my attention back to her.
“And we’ll be here if things go south,”
“They won’t.”
“I sure hope not.” She rose. “My first client will be here in a couple of minutes.” She clicked her tongue.
Tiffany, who’d been lounging quietly, sat up.
“You ready for a busy day?”
The dog’s tail wagged ferociously.
I grinned.
Everything’s going to work out.
It has to.
Chapter Twenty-One
Lorcan
Ieyed Cody. “Who did you say is coming over?” Somehow, I’d survived the rest of the week.
Riley had given me an advance on my pay yesterday, and this morning, Maddie had installed winter tires.
To prove how serious I was about Cody, I put my all-season radials in his storage locker. Quite a tight fit with his in there as well. Plus, he had a pair of skis and a mountain bike. Proof, if I needed it, that he liked to keep fit. I’d also found a couple of pairs of Speedos in his drawer. So a swimmer as well. I couldn’t wait to see his ass in those.
“Arnav.” He handed me a bottle of root beer—my favorite. “Rayne, Everett, and their German Shepherd, Champ.”
“Right, of course.” I perched on the edge of the sofa. His sofa. Our sofa. I was still trying to wrap my mind around the fact I was moving in—even though I’d brought all my clothes this afternoon and had hung them in the closet in the spare room.
Cody wanted them in his walk-in closet. He wasn’t a clothes horse—so he had plenty of room.
I pointed out many of my clothes were dusty. Even with washing, they weren’t pristine. His clothes were… Well, they all looked like new. He took damn good care of his things. For now, I’d won that argument.
“I know Arnav. I don’t know Rayne or Everett.”
Cody sat on the couch next to me. “Okay, so first I have to tell you something. I have permission from all parties involved.”
I eyed him warily.
He feathered his fingers through my hair and then tweaked my nose.
In the way I loved.
“So, this is sort of a Pumpkin conversation. You don’t have time to put on ears and paws, though.”
