Chapter 108

“No…” I wished the bedrooms of my town house were on the lower level. The couch in the living room didn’t open into a bed, and it wasn’t wide enough or long enough to sleep the two of us comfortably. An elevator would have been useful, and while one of the town houses I’d toured before I’d made my final selection had one, I hadn’t thought it was necessary. “Mark, we need to move in together.”

“You’d want to live with me?”

I wacked the back of his head. “What part of ‘I love you’ didn’t make that clear?”

“But the CIA?” He rubbed the spot where I’d hit him, although it hadn’t been hard.

“Let me worry about the Company.”

He stared down into my face, a furrow between his eyes, then nodded. “I’ll agree, but only if you promise to tell me if those bastards give you a hard time.”

“I promise.”