The Good Kind of Crazy. Tanya Michaels

good a time as any to bring it up, so she started with something simple. Whether he eventually agreed they needed a prenuptial agreement or not, he had to agree they needed a place to call home. “Since we’re making all sorts of plans tonight, there’s something I wanted to ask you about.”

      “Shoot,” he invited, his gaze flicking in her direction.

      “Well, after the wedding, we’ll be living together…”

      “That is how it traditionally works.”

      She took a deep breath. “Yes, but where?”

      “Oh.” He grew silent, thoughtful. “I’m happy to have you move into my apartment, if you’re interested. It does have more room than yours, and you know I’d like you to think of it as your home as much as mine.”

      “And if I don’t?” Her words came out sharply, an involuntary response to his immediate suggestion that she give up her place while he kept his. “Sorry. I just—are you open to other options?”

      “Like sharing your apartment?”

      “As a for instance. It is conveniently located to work and would cut down your commute.”

      “It’s also smaller.” He flashed her a boyish grin. “In case you hadn’t noticed, I have a lot of stuff.”

      “I noticed.” She chewed on the inside of her lip. “I guess the third option would be that we find a different place, our place.”