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never get you moved in if I left it to you.”
    “Well, you didn’t give me much chance. You only asked me to move in yesterday.”
    “I didn’t want to give you time to change your mind. I want you here permanently, where I can see you. Besides, it makes it harder for you to leave me if you’ve no place to run to.”
    “Ethan, I’ve no intentions of running anywhere, or leaving you, or changing my mind. What’s got into you?”
    “Nothing,” he laughed. “I’m teasing.”
    Was he?
    “You should get a good price for it. The apartment, when you sell it,” he added in answer to my questioning frown.
    “Oh. Well, actually, I thought I might lease it.”
    “Why?” he snapped.
    “Well… for one, it would bring in a steady additional income.”
    “Why the fuck do you need additional income? Sell it and bank it—or invest it. I’ll help you.”
    “I need the money to contribute; I can’t just live here for free.”
    “What?” He spat the word with excessive exasperation. “Are we on completely different fucking pages here? I didn’t ask you to be my roomie. I want you to share my home, share my life, share everything I have. From now on, there’s no distinction. Everything is yours as much as it is mine—it’s ours.”
    I stared at him in defiance, knowing deep down it was futile to argue, but I’d never relied on anyone in order to survive. My solitary life had instilled an independence that would be hard to rebalance.
    “But I have nothing to share with you,” I whispered.
    Incredulity creased his brow as he shook his head. “Did you give me your heart?”
    The question shocked me. “Yes, every last inch.”
    “Then what else do I need?”
    “And what if you leave me?” The question was out there before I’d had the chance to compute their impact.
    As expected, he flinched as if the words had burnt him. “I’d die before I ever left you.”
    The deep blue pools of his gaze bore into mine with a tumultuous blend of annoyance and love, and I knew my own mirrored them completely. Suddenly, my cell was ringing and seeing it as a good opportunity to end the conversation—at least for now—I scrambled up to retrieve it from the breakfast island.
    Without glancing at the display, I snatched it up, my attention still on Ethan’s expression as he scowled at his wristwatch, visibly unhappy with the interruption.
    “Hello?”
    “Hey.” It was Jia. But there was something odd about her tone, something… flat.
    “What’s up?” I asked immediately.
    She cleared her throat. “Nothing, I’m fine. Could you step in for me at the gallery tomorrow?”
    Something must be up. Jia had never missed a day at the gallery.
    “Sure, are you—?”
    “Thanks,” she cut me off. “Oh, there’s a private viewing booked in at four-thirty.”
    “Four-thirty?” We usually reserved slots in the mornings for private appointments, before the gallery opened to the public at midday.
    “Yes, sorry, it was the only time the client could make it. Alice has the details. I’ve got to go. I’ll call you tomorrow.” She hung up.
    Strange. She hadn’t even given me the chance to ask about Charley, if she was feeling better. I’d sent a text earlier in the day, but Jia hadn’t replied. Because I was busy packing, I didn’t question it at the time, but come to think of it, that was odd as well. Placing the phone down on the island, I turned back to Ethan. He was still scowling.
    “Who the fuck is calling you at stupid o’clock?”
    “E, it’s not even ten, and it was Jia—she sounded funny.”
    “What do you mean, funny?”
    “I don’t know. I can’t put my finger on it. She can’t come into work tomorrow; she wants me to man the gallery.”
    Tsk . “I wanted you to move your stuff in.”
    “There’s no rush.” I watched his face fall at my words and hurried to remedy by blunder. “I mean there isn’t much to bring anyway. Nothing I have an immediate need for. Everything I need is already