Page 234 of Sky’s Edge

She was learning, and what she learned was good things.

In other words, I might not be working to get paid, but I still was working, I was busy, the day flew by before I knew it.

Even doing all of this in the same building, Tanyn had his life and his responsibilities, and I had mine. We weren’t in each other’s laps. We weren’t always up in each other’s space.

But he woke me to say good morning every morning, and we were together at the end of the day.

And that worked for me.

Along with our evenings of drinks and dinner with friends, chitchat, which moved to card games or beings wandering to their rooms, or last night, all of us going to the castle’s home theater and watching a vid.

It felt homey.

It felt like family.

Of course, Manny was showing signs of getting antsy to go home. But Tanyn wasn’t allowing that until the Red Wing barracks and launch pad were completed, something that would take weeks.

And Zyra was in her element, being with Tanyn, me and having company.

But it was nice to have a few days where nothing dramatic happened.

Life was life.

And I could hang out at the very end of the day with my male in our bed and natter.

Which was what I’d tuned into with Tanyn.

He was enjoying the calm.

He was enjoying the normal.

He was enjoying just being with me.

So I fell to my side, head in hand, elbow in the bed, body curled into an S, and told him, “There’s something I want to talk to you about.”

He raised his brows, his startling blue eyes alert and fixed on me.

Gods, how was this, all of it, not destiny?

“I’m thinking of putting my flat on the market,” I told him.

His brows shot to knitted. “Pardon?”

“I’m not using it, and it’s a waste that it’s empty. I could rent it, but that feels skeevy, someone else in my space. And I don’t need it. I have all sorts of choices of where to stay if I’m visiting the Fall. Mom and Dad’s. Spikeback. Gayle’s. Even the embassy, I’m guessing.”

“Yes, but when you visit Nocturn, more than likely, I’ll be with you, and I’d prefer privacy. So keep the flat. We’ll hire someone to manage it and prepare it when we need it. And in the end, you don’t have to let it go, you have a real home away from home, and we have a private place that’s an actual home when we’re there.”

Gorgeous chest. Striking eyes. Amazing hair. Long legs. Adorableness overload with how he was petting his pup.

And wise.

I struck gold.

So much so, my voice was husky when I replied, “I think that’s a good idea.”

“Do you want Jorda to source a management company or are you good to do that?”

“I can do it.”