“Wait.” I held up my hand and shook my head. My brain wasn’t firing on all cylinders around her. Although I wasn’t entirely sure why. I didn’t even get nervous before games—pumped, yes, but not nervous. I could count the number of times in recent history that I’d been nervous on one hand, and they were all around Bailey.

That’s not to say it was a bad type of nervous. It was more like a massively heightened state of awareness with a dash of idiotic happiness thrown in. And maybe a pinch of plain stupidity, as evidenced by what I’d just said.

Sometimes, every shred of my game vanished around her.

“I mean, that isn’t the good part.” I grimaced. “Obviously. And it didn’t actually burn down. There was a kitchen fire in another unit, and the smoke damage to her side of the building is so extensive that she has to move out. No one was hurt or anything.”

“Phew,” Bailey said, taking a sip of ice water.

“It happened this morning, I guess, so she’s crashing with us for a few days. Ward said she’s been searching for rentals all day and having an impossible time finding a studio or one-bedroom.”

“Yeah, I couldn’t find much, either. They were either really gross or incredibly expensive.” She made a face. “You wouldn’t believe the going rates.”

“Ward also mentioned that she was thinking about trying to get a roommate because it’s cheaper to split a two-bedroom. That was the good news part. I mean, you do need a place to live…” I trailed off. “Maybe it’s meant to be.”

While it would be convenient for me if Bailey was closer to my friends, the truth was that I mostly wanted her out of her current living situation. Between Morrison showing up and the messed up secret affair between Derek and her roommate, it was toxic as hell. It left me low-key worried about her whenever she was at home.

And if Morrison showed up in her living room one more time, I might not avoid that felony again.

Bailey hummed thoughtfully. “But she probably wants to live near Boyd, right? And I need to be close to Callingwood because I don’t have a car.”

“Maybe you could find something halfway. Near the train line.” I shrugged. “A short commute might be worth it if you’re happier.”

“True.”

“It’s just a thought. Would you consider it?”

“I totally would,” she said, pressing her lips together. “But I don’t know if she would. Can you, like…float it by Dallas to have him float it by her?”

“You’re adorable.”

“What?” Bailey shrugged, her cheeks turning pink. “I don’t want to make it awkward. We’ve only met twice. Maybe she thinks I’m a weirdo.”