I scooted to the end of the bed and looked down at where he sat on the floor. “I want—­no, I need—­to go through the stuff I brought back from . . . from Charlie’s room. I just dropped them in my living room.”

He finished hooking the badge in. “Can you wait until I can be there with you?”

I smiled a little. “I appreciate you wanting to be there, but I think . . . I need to do this alone.” In other words, I knew I was going to break down again, especially seeing all those paintings and little things I’d brought with me whenever I visited Charlie. After all the time spent crying on Reece, I really didn’t think he needed to see that again. I needed to start letting all of this go and that was something I needed to try to do on my own first. “My place is safe now.”

“It should be safe now.” Setting the shirt aside, he started messing with the clips on his belt. Getting his uniform ready was a freaking complicated process, I was learning. “You know I want you staying with me until we find this guy.”

“I know.” I folded my legs under me. “But with the security system, I’m pretty safe. That was the point of putting that in there, right? Plus, what if they don’t even find the guy?”

“You can stay here forever,” he replied.

I shot him a bland look. “Reece, I . . . don’t think I could. I mean, we just started dating and most ­people—­”

“I don’t give a fuck what most ­people do. I love you. You love me, even though I haven’t heard those words yet.” He stretched his belt out on the floor while I arched a brow. “So if we want to move in together now, we move in together. What-­the-­fuck-­ever.”

My lips twitched. “I’d like to see you explaining it like that, with so much grace, to my parents.”

Reece stood swiftly. “What do you think your parents are thinking we’re doing while you’re staying with me now?”

“They think we’re playing cards and knitting blankets.”

He chuckled as he placed his hands on either side of me and leaned over the bed. “They know we’re fucking each other’s brains out whenever we get the chance.”

“Ew.” I wrinkled my nose. “They think we’re doing pure and wholesome things.”

“Your parents?” He snorted. “They’re probably hoping we give them a grandbaby by next summer.”

“No way, no . . .” I groaned. “You’re probably right.”