Page 134 of Whispers of You
“I put my condo on the market last week. Accepted an offer on it yesterday. Cleared it out today.”
Her eyes widened. “You have been busy.”
I chuckled. “Would it be okay if I moved in with you?”
Tears pooled in Wren’s eyes again.
“Shit. Are those good tears or bad?”
“Good,” Wren whispered. “Before Amber got me, I was standing in this room, thinking about how amazing it would be for us to make this homeours. To meld our things. Pick out art. Put up fresh paint.”
The tension that had grabbed hold of me the moment I’d left this morning finally subsided. I pressed my forehead to Wren’s. “You know we’ll never agree on paint colors.”
She let out a huff of air. “Then I can’t wait to fight with you over each and every wall.”
“Nothing would make me happier. I love you, Wren. This is it.” I pulled back to take in her face. “You with me?”
Wren beamed. “I’m with you.”
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WREN
ONE WEEK LATER
I leanedback against the couch and studied the wall—ortriedto study the wall. The sexy-as-sin man standing in front of it proved distracting. What was it about jeans and a simple white tee?
Holt pointed to the first square of color painted on the living room wall. “Sage Meadow.”
I made a humming noise.
He pointed to the second, a gray-blue color. “Stormy Sea.”
I nodded.
Holt moved to the third. “Newsprint Gray.”
I frowned at that one.
Holt didn’t miss my expression as he let out an exasperated sigh. “That one’s my favorite.”
“It’s boring.”
He strode toward me, gently pulling me to him. “Might be boring, but it’ll make whatever art we choose for the walls really pop.”
Damn him for having a point.
Holt chuckled, the sound warming me from the inside out.
A hint of annoyance bled into my tone. “What are you laughing at?”
He only laughed harder. “Your expression. You really hate it when I’m right.”
I pinched his side. “If you pick the paint, that means I get the final say on the art.”
Holt leaned in and swept his mouth across mine. “Deal.”
I followed his mouth as he pulled away, hungry for more.
