Maeve Lane knew Julian Fairchild was holding back his temper, so she didn't stop him.
She just said to the door, "Take good care of him, Miles."
A respectful voice responded from outside, "Yes, Miss Lane."
Seeing Julian Fairchild staring at her with displeasure, Maeve Lane couldn't help but find it amusing.
Julian Fairchild pinned her against the door, trapping her with his broad, sturdy chest, a lollipop hanging from his lips, "If you want to take care of him, I'll give you two choices."
"One, he moves into your apartment." Maeve Lane's eyes lit up.
Julian Fairchild was actually being so generous?
"Also, I move into your apartment."
Maeve Lane: "..."
"Second choice, he moves into my apartment, in exchange for me moving into your apartment."
Maeve Lane: "..."
"Seems no matter what, you're moving in?"
