“Sure,” he agreed. “Call it whatever you want. This way, we can see if this thing will work,” he said, pointing between the two of them.
“Thing?” she stuttered. He took it as a good sign that she seemed so tongue-tied around him. Trinity usually seemed so confident, but since he asked her to consider moving in with him last night, she was all twisted up and turned around—just the way he liked her.
“Yeah—this thing between us.” Ace was carefully choosing his words. He didn’t want to scare her off, but he wanted to feel her out to see if they might be on the same page. “Don’t pretend you don’t feel the tension in the air, Trinity. Ever since I asked you to move in here, to help me with Arabella, there’s been something strange in the air. Call it static, tension—I don’t know, maybe I’m imagining it.”
“No,” she breathed. “I feel it too. But if I agree to try—you know, do the trial run thing, you have to agree that whatever strangeness that seems to be happening between the two of us, stops here and now. If I do this, it’s for Arabella,” she said. So, she did feel the pull between them. He’d let her downplay it for now. Hell, he’d let her pretend that it didn’t exist until she was under the same roof as him. Then, he’d lay on the charm until he had her right where he wanted her—underneath him, screaming out his name.
“Fine,” he agreed. “We’ll give the trial run a chance—for Arabella’s sake.”
“All right,” she whispered. “I have to get going. I need to grab a quick shower and change before my first meeting. I will be back here to watch her at three-thirty.”
“And,” he quickly prompted.
“And I’ll pack a bag and stay for a few nights. I want my own room, Ace,” she insisted.
“Noted,” he said. “I’ll have the guest room ready for you by the time you get back here this afternoon.” He’d have a hell of a lot more ready by the time she got back to his place—namely a plan on how to get her to stay and more importantly, how to make her his.