Unforgivably Broken (The Broken Series Book Two) by Maegan Abel Page B

unintentional,” Tish answered with a grin.
    “This time,” I added and Tish looked at me and laughed.
    “Are you done?” Zane asked Conner and he took Conner’s plate to the sink when he nodded.
    “Can we go now?” Conner asked Tish excitedly and Tish laughed, grabbing his hand to help him slide out of the chair.
    Zane knelt down, giving Conner a careful hug and telling him to be good before Tish and Conner disappeared toward the front door. I watched him as he stared after them, noticing for the first time that he was wearing slacks and a button down shirt rather than his normal jeans . I raised an eyebrow.
    “Where are you headed all dressed up?”
    He glanced down at his outfit, almost like he’d forgotten that he was wearing it. “Oh, uh, I’ve gotta go meet with the lawyer later and I found a few apartments online last night I want to go check out.”
    I stared at him, trying not to let the shock show on my face. He was moving out? It made sense, I guess, given how crowded it was in the house. Plus, Conner needed his own room if Zane was going to get custody. “Oh. Right. Apartments,” I said, giving him a smile as I glanced over at the mess Tish and Conner had left. I moved to the small closet, pulling out the broom to keep myself busy so I would have an excuse not to look at him.
    As my fingers closed over the handle, another realization hit me. Was this how he was dealing with my age? Was he distancing himself?
    I moved toward the mess on the floor, slowly and meticulously sweeping. He said he’d always love me and this didn’t necessarily mean anything had to really change. I mean, it was strange that a couple as new as us lived in the same house anyway, let alone the same room. This was how it was supposed to be. Right?
    I wanted to groan at the direction of my thoughts. I wasn’t that girl. I didn’t do insecurity or worry over guys. Ever. I loathed that part of me I had buried so long ago who thought she wasn’t good enough. Kylee wasn’t good enough. I was good enough.
    “So , will you come with me?” he asked, breaking my train of thought.
    “I don’t really know how much help I’d be. I don’t know anything about looking for apartments,” I answered honestly, trying to keep my internal struggle from my tone.
    “Well, I want it to be somewhere you’ll be happy with,” he said. I glanced over at where he was leaning against the marble top of the island with his hips. The heels of his hands rested on either side of him and it pulled the shirt tight over his shoulders and chest. It was completely unfair that he could look so attractive while making cryptic statements like that.
    “What?”
    He pulled up a hand, running it across the back of his neck as he lowered his eyes to the floor for a moment. “I want to make sure you’ll be happy there,” he said, glancing up at me cautiously.
    “Are you…” I started, turning toward the doorway partly before turning back to face him. “Are you asking me to move in with you?”
    He shrugged a shoulder, glancing at me and then away again nervously. “I guess… yeah.”
    I frowned and went back to sweeping for a moment. Well, more like just moving the same pile of spilled food around the floor. “You realize how crazy that sounds, right? I mean, we’ve been together less than two months and most of that time was spent in a hospital bed—”
    “And all of that time has been spent sleeping next to you,” he cut me off, making his own point clear. “Stop trying to compare us to the standards of other people. We’re not other couples. We’re not like any of them. We’re different. We were always meant to end up here, we just… took our time.” He gave me a small smile and the question still lingered in his eyes.
    “Okay. Maybe,” I said after another moment of silence, returning his smile. “But it’d better be an amazing damn apartment.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at Lili’s comment. I’d been a wreck this morning