ALANNA BRADBURY STARED at the box Josh set on the table. “What’s this?” She crossed the living room to where Josh stood, staring at the box with pinched brows as she tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear. “Are you moving out?” She glanced back up at him. “What? My snark finally get to you? What was it that finally did it? Tell me. I need to keep notes on this sort of stuff."
“What? Why would you even suggest such a thing?” He turned and stared at her, his mouth slightly ajar. “Are you wanting me to move out?”
Alanna chuckled, shaking her head. “You really need to relax. If I wanted you to move out, your stuff would be on the front porch already. I’ve almost got you broken in. Why would I toss all that hard work away?” She wiggled her eyebrows at him and then pointed to the table. “N
