and grimaces, and ends with a fist bump before Wilson leaves.
Oooh-kay.
It’s a really nice loft, polished redwood floors and muted walls, thick white trim around crazy-tall windows and black steel fixtures. I poke around a bit. The main room has an open-concept kitchen and living room. At one end, the room opens onto a deck with a view of Capitol Hill. Wow . There are three bedrooms, two on one side of the living room, the other down a short hallway. That one is sweet , with two walk-in closets and a bathroom just as nice as Cole’s, with the big-ass glass shower, but it has a tub as well.
Definitely an improvement over his old place, if he’s thinking of moving. But given the neighborhood, I’m guessing he’s just going to use this as a safe house for my sister.
Lucky brat.
“So what do you think?”
I glance back at Cole over my shoulder and smile. “Depends what it’s for.”
He gives me a weird look. “Well, I’ve put a deposit down on it.”
My smile gets bigger and I turn to face him. “Yeah? I like the tub. But I have to help you decorate, because that cold stuff from your place really will ruin the warmth—”
Laughing, he shakes his head and steps closer. He shoves his hands in his pockets, hulking up his shoulders. He looks big and rough and entirely uncomfortable, now that I’m really looking at him.
“Wait, do you…If this isn’t your type of place, then why are you moving?”
“It’s my type of place, don’t worry about that. But there’s a potential problem.”
“Oh no!” I give one last longing gaze at the bathtub and walk toward him, sliding my hand into his as I tug him back to the living room space. “What’s the problem?”
“I’m worried the condo board might not accept my application. They’re quite particular about who they let move in. I doubt Parker is a name they recognize.”
“Surely they know The Horus Group.”
“Not always a selling point.” He winks at me and spins me around, taking me fully in his arms. “Maybe I should become a senator or something.”
I make a face. “You need a better plan.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.” He looks down at me, his smile slipping into a more serious expression. “I don’t have a lot going for me, really. A decent job, although that’s in flux. A good pile of savings, but I just dipped into that for an investment.”
“I don’t care about any of that.” I press my hand to his cheek. “Okay, practical question. Can you afford it?”
“Yes.”
“I gotta say, it’s really nice. But…” I stop myself from saying it’s too expensive. I actually don’t know what Cole can afford. Maybe I should have taken Wilson up on his offer to share those details a few weeks earlier.
“Your place is too small for both of us, and you don’t like my place.”
He’s not wrong, but I figured that eventually we’d move into a place together. Maybe I was silly to think that far ahead. “Well, I don’t really care where you keep your stuff. I never should have said anything about your place, I’m sorry. It’s nice. Maybe you just need a warm painting or two.”
“It’s a bit late for that, I’ve already sold it.”
“Cole!” I gape at him. “When did that happen?”
“Yesterday some time. I mean, I still have it for two more months, but it’s a done deal.”
“Shoot. Well, okay, what I can I do to help you get this place?”
He takes both my hands in one of his and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small white envelope. “Can I get your opinion on this investment I just made?”
I resist the urge to roll my eyes. One time he sees me following stocks and now I’ve gotta make a snap decision about—
Oh. Three gorgeous diamonds, none of them small, one bigger than the others, spill into my turned up palm, and now Cole is down on one knee.
Sugar. All the blood in my body rushes to my head.
I can’t breathe. I’m definitely going to cry. And he hasn’t even started talking
Oooh-kay.
It’s a really nice loft, polished redwood floors and muted walls, thick white trim around crazy-tall windows and black steel fixtures. I poke around a bit. The main room has an open-concept kitchen and living room. At one end, the room opens onto a deck with a view of Capitol Hill. Wow . There are three bedrooms, two on one side of the living room, the other down a short hallway. That one is sweet , with two walk-in closets and a bathroom just as nice as Cole’s, with the big-ass glass shower, but it has a tub as well.
Definitely an improvement over his old place, if he’s thinking of moving. But given the neighborhood, I’m guessing he’s just going to use this as a safe house for my sister.
Lucky brat.
“So what do you think?”
I glance back at Cole over my shoulder and smile. “Depends what it’s for.”
He gives me a weird look. “Well, I’ve put a deposit down on it.”
My smile gets bigger and I turn to face him. “Yeah? I like the tub. But I have to help you decorate, because that cold stuff from your place really will ruin the warmth—”
Laughing, he shakes his head and steps closer. He shoves his hands in his pockets, hulking up his shoulders. He looks big and rough and entirely uncomfortable, now that I’m really looking at him.
“Wait, do you…If this isn’t your type of place, then why are you moving?”
“It’s my type of place, don’t worry about that. But there’s a potential problem.”
“Oh no!” I give one last longing gaze at the bathtub and walk toward him, sliding my hand into his as I tug him back to the living room space. “What’s the problem?”
“I’m worried the condo board might not accept my application. They’re quite particular about who they let move in. I doubt Parker is a name they recognize.”
“Surely they know The Horus Group.”
“Not always a selling point.” He winks at me and spins me around, taking me fully in his arms. “Maybe I should become a senator or something.”
I make a face. “You need a better plan.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.” He looks down at me, his smile slipping into a more serious expression. “I don’t have a lot going for me, really. A decent job, although that’s in flux. A good pile of savings, but I just dipped into that for an investment.”
“I don’t care about any of that.” I press my hand to his cheek. “Okay, practical question. Can you afford it?”
“Yes.”
“I gotta say, it’s really nice. But…” I stop myself from saying it’s too expensive. I actually don’t know what Cole can afford. Maybe I should have taken Wilson up on his offer to share those details a few weeks earlier.
“Your place is too small for both of us, and you don’t like my place.”
He’s not wrong, but I figured that eventually we’d move into a place together. Maybe I was silly to think that far ahead. “Well, I don’t really care where you keep your stuff. I never should have said anything about your place, I’m sorry. It’s nice. Maybe you just need a warm painting or two.”
“It’s a bit late for that, I’ve already sold it.”
“Cole!” I gape at him. “When did that happen?”
“Yesterday some time. I mean, I still have it for two more months, but it’s a done deal.”
“Shoot. Well, okay, what I can I do to help you get this place?”
He takes both my hands in one of his and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small white envelope. “Can I get your opinion on this investment I just made?”
I resist the urge to roll my eyes. One time he sees me following stocks and now I’ve gotta make a snap decision about—
Oh. Three gorgeous diamonds, none of them small, one bigger than the others, spill into my turned up palm, and now Cole is down on one knee.
Sugar. All the blood in my body rushes to my head.
I can’t breathe. I’m definitely going to cry. And he hasn’t even started talking
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