Page 79 of Getting Down to Business

“It won’t help. I have to have a bedroom for her in my residence.”

She tilted her head adorably and raised her brows.

“Then we’ll have to make this your residence.”

“Oh.” He nodded in understanding. “Right. If I have my mail delivered here it would be considered my residence. Good thinking.” He gave her a thumbs-up while she laughed.

“Or…” she ran her hands up his chest and around his neck to pull him down. He rested his forehead on hers feeling like a giant compared to her. “You could actually move in here and make it your residence.”

Six seconds later, her words made sense.

“You’re asking me to move in with you?”

Her answer was to hold up a key.

“I know it won’t be as close, but you would be able to petition for equal custody. And Queens isn’t that far.”

She didn’t know. Because he hadn’t gotten the chance to tell her.

“My wife is getting married and moving to Manhattan. I was going to be moving here anyway.” Could this be happening? Could his life finally be taking a turn toward happiness?

He kissed the woman who was directly responsible.

“She is going to love this room,” he said taking in the squirrel hiding in the corner.

“She is going to love having more time with her dad.”

“Thank you. Thank you.”

“My dad wasn’t around a lot. He was always in the office. I’m glad Lucy has a dad who likes to be with her.”

“Lucy’s dad also likes to be with you.”

“Well then, how convenient as I’ll be living here too, and you’re going to have to sleep in my bed.”

“Hmm. Can I see that bed again? Just to make sure I fit and all.”

She laughed and walked backward out of Lucy’s bedroom toward hers. Scratch that—theirs.

* * * *

The next week, Gray walked in the apartment talking on his phone. He was laughing and shaking his head. It seemed he was having an enjoyable conversation.

“Okay. I’ll see you later then. Bye.” He disconnected the call and leaned over to kiss Alyssa on the neck. “I hope you don’t mind but I invited Trent and Tiff over tonight for dinner.”

“Why would I mind? It’s your house. I can go hang out with Mia or something so I’m out of the way.” Or hide in her room.

“No. I wanted you to be here for dinner too.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. What do you say?”

“You don’t think they’ll read too much into it?”

“Trent has never been one for reading anything,” he joked. “And all Tiffany can talk about right now is wedding shit, so she probably won’t even notice you’re there unless you’re wearing a wedding gown.”

“Okay. I’m in. What should we make for dinner?”