Olivia wasn’t sure how this had happened.
Scratch that. She knew exactly how this had happened—Ethan had opened his mouth, casually suggested it, and before she could come up with a valid excuse, she had agreed.
Now she was standing in the middle of his impossibly sleek, modern penthouse, a suitcase in one hand and regret clawing at her throat.
“You want us to live together?” she had asked earlier that morning when Ethan had brought up the idea.
He had barely looked up from his coffee. “It’s the logical next step.”
“Logical?” She had nearly choked on her toast. “For who?”
“For everyone who’s watching,” he had said, as if that was supposed to make perfect sense. “If we’re engaged, people will expect us to be living together.”
“But we don’t have to,” Olivia had argued. “Plenty of enga
