All the fight seemed to seep out of her body as her shoulders slumped. "It's hard to keep arguing when you say things like that."
I crossed the small area and wrapped her up in my arms. I knew things would be okay when she unfolded her arms and hugged me back. "Then don't argue. I'm not a fan of it anyway."
I could feel her chuckle against my chest. "I can't stay there as long as you think though. I have a job and bills to pay. I've already taken too much time off between the wedding and the abduction. My boss is probably ready to fire me."
"You nearly died in a plane crash. If that doesn't get you out of work for a while, then you need a new job."
I realized my mistake when Sarah tensed against me right before stepping back out of my arms. "You don't know anything about my life or my job. Ineedto work. Ineedto pay my bills. I can barely save up money the way it is, and I don't get vacation days. If I don't work, I don't get paid."
"Can I ask you an honest question?"
It looked like Sarah was about to say no but at the last second she straightened her spine and nodded her head yes.
"Do you like your job? Do you like where you live?"
The way she flinched told me I hit a nerve, but before I could take my questions back, she was answering. "My job pays the bills and I live in a place I can afford."
Which meant no to both questions.
"So get a new job and a new place in Boston."
Yes, I realized that made me sound like a dick, but if I had learned anything from life, it was that it wasn't worth wasting time on things you didn't enjoy. If Sarah didn't like her job or where she lived, then I would give her the chance to start fresh.
"Just like that?" There was no mistaking the disbelief in her tone.
I grabbed her hand and intertwined our fingers. "Yup, just like that. I'll send a team down to collect things from your place. You can move in with me or I can help you get your own place. Either way, it can be done within a week."
"Move in with you?" At this rate I was going to have to pick her jaw up off the floor. "You can't be serious. We barely know each other!"
I took another step forward until I was crowding her space. "I know everything I need to."
It was impulsive and maybe a little crazy, but the second the words left my mouth, I knew they were true and what I wanted.
"You're insane, you know that?" Sarah giggled.
I shrugged my shoulder like it was no big deal and really it wasn't. I had heard people say they knew when things were right, and in this case, I knew this felt right.
"Maybe a little. Do you want to be insane with me?"
Sarah scrunched up her nose and thought about it for all of two seconds before she gave me a huge smile that spread across her entire face. "Yes, yes I do."
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Sarah
Graham's townhouse wasn't what I expected at all. In fact, I expected more of a bachelor pad apartment than an actual house. Take the bedroom for example. The soft cream color on the walls wasn't what I would've picked for a man. The dark wood furniture I could see, although I wouldn't expect a single man to have so many coordinating pieces as there were in the room. Two nightstands, two dressers, one with a large mirror, plus the king-sized bed. And the comforter set certainly didn't match his personality with all the soft colors.
"Don't look so surprised." Graham smirked as he dropped my bag full of clothes on the floor of his bedroom.
"I mean I kind of am. I pictured an apartment with barely anything in it. Not this beautiful brick townhouse that looks like it was professionally decorated."
The color palettes that I'd seen so far are so on point that I would have guessed the townhouse was previously featured in a magazine.
"That's because it was. I bought the place fully furnished after my divorce and have barely changed a thing since. I let the decorator handle all aspects."
So much of what I was seeing made sense. But it was also kind of sad because it barely looked lived in.
"You didn't want to change it to represent your personality?"
