I made an undignified noise. “Or two?” “That’s not me putting out an end date.” He made a dismissive gesture before scratching between the cat’s ears. “Just doubting you can last forty-eight hours, let alone twelve or more months without decorating, shopping, organizing, or scheming.” “I am good at schemes.” My tone was all pleased before a new thought paraded through my addled brain. “Maybe too good.” “What?” He wrinkled up his face as if I were the one being confusing when he was the one who’d tossed me on a roller coaster without a seat belt with all these revelations. “I really did want to
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