Chapter 40

Eventually, he pulled back to look me in the eye, his gaze filled with affection. “So, you’re going to move in then?”

I pursed my lips. “Well,” I said slowly, drawing out the word. “What about my cat?”

Lucas chuckled. “Optimus is welcome. His litter box can go in the laundry room.”

I nodded like that was acceptable. In truth, I knew that he’d welcome my cat with no problem. “And my slippers?”

Now his laugh came up from his gut. “I’ll clear the bottom of the closet for you.”

I grinned, loving that he was relaxed and happy again. But there was actually something important we had to figure out before I really agreed. “What about the paparazzi?”

He cocked his head to the side, confused. “What about them?”