Page 148 of Sins of the Father

“Yep. And I think I should clear out some space in my closet. Want to tell me what to keep or donate?”

“You don’t have to give your clothes away,” I insist.

“I’m overdue for a clean-out.”

“Do I get a fashion show, then?”

He snorts. “If you want one.”

“Oh, I definitely want one.”

We spend the next hour creating a donation pile and adding my suitcase full of clothes into his closet and dresser.

“Do you realize we just moved me in without even talking about it? Besides my other suitcase at Quinn and Jamison’s and the few possessions I have back in New York.”

His face falls. “Sorry. I just assumed you would live with me.”

“You don’t need to apologize. Have you lived with any girlfriends before?”

“Nope.”

I sit on the bed. “I have some bad habits. Do you have any?”

He sits next to me. “I don’t always sleep through the night.”

“I already know that about you. I’m a clean freak.”

“Perfect. We’ll have the neatest house in Chicago.”

“I should explain a bit more.” I move against the headboard and pull my knees to my chest.

He turns. “Okay. Fill me in.”

“I can’t stand things not having a place or any sort of hoarding.”

He laughs. “I’m not a hoarder.”

“That’s good. Those reality shows I can’t even watch. My skin crawls.”

“Noted. No hoarding in the house or shows. Is there anything driving you nuts in here? Something you think should be put away or moved?”

I wince.

His eyes widen. “What?”

I point to the top of his dresser. “Your watches. We should put those in a drawer or, better yet, get a tabletop shelf and put it in the closet on the vanity.”

“Done. We’ll get one tomorrow.”

I breathe.

He chuckles again. “You all right?”

“Yeah. I seriously get anxiety from it.”

“And here I thought you were the laid-back one.”

“Nope. Not as far as organization goes. I’m a total minimalist and believe in feng shui.”

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