After that we went and collected our things, then took them upstairs to the master bedroom. I could see the way Connor’s gaze flicked toward the king-size bed, and I felt a smile pull at my mouth. Later, I promise, I thought.
I didn’t say anything, though, just gave him the nickel tour of the house. He was properly appreciative of the place, although he gave the claw-foot tub in the upstairs bathroom a dubious glance. “I think I’m missing my apartment already,” he remarked.
“I was planning to remodel all that,” I said. “I’ll admit that your bathroom has me thoroughly spoiled. So this should reassure you that I’m not planning on staying here forever — I don’t think I could put up with that tub for more than a few days, either.”
“Thank God,” he said casually, and I raised an eyebrow. Here
