Archer grunts before mocking his girlfriend’s voice. “Yes, totally. We don’t need to discuss new roommates as a couple at all.”

She turns to pat his chest with her palm. “That’s right, baby.”

Archer shakes his head and laughs, pinning his attention on Cassidy and me. “I’m just fucking with you. It’s only fair to let my brother’s girlfriend move in since I already moved Georgia in. Cassidy, you’re welcome whenever.”

Cassidy smiles at the invite before it collapses into a frown. “I don’t think I can do that to Grace, though.”

Georgia nods, wisping strands of hair out of her face that fell from the pigtail buns on the top of her head. “Yeah, I felt horrible too. I almost didn’t do it, and that’s why I waited until you agreed to move in because I didn’t want to leave her alone.”

Cassidy rubs the back of her neck, and I do the same, feeling a wire of tension up my neck. “If I do, will she have to move in with her parents?”

Georgia nods. “Probably.”

“What’s the deal with that?” I cut in. “What if we tell her we’ll spring for rent until she finds another roommate? Problem solved.”

I love the thought of Cassidy moving in with me, the thought of us calling the same place home and going to bed together every night.

Taylor delivers our drinks, all her attention on Cassidy and me, like she’s waiting for me to drop to one knee and propose or some shit. It’s as if we’re the new couple she’s fangirling over. It could be a compliment, but I hate attention on me, and from the way Cassidy tenses every time it happens, it’s the same for her.

Georgia shakes her head, and with certainty, she says, “Grace won’t stay somewhere overnight without another person there.”

I cock my head to the side. “Why?”

“Not my story to tell,” Georgia replies, not making eye contact with anyone and instead focusing on her mimosa. “But there’s a reason I didn’t agree to move until she had another roommate.”

“I get that.”

Cass and I have spent a lot of time with Grace since we’ve been hanging out at their house so much. Lately, she’s been acting strange. Cassidy has noticed it too.

Is she worried that Cassidy will move out?

Hell, does Cass even want to move in with me?

I shake my head, remembering the smile she had when Archer invited her before the dread of leaving Grace clutched at her thoughts.

“It’s cool,” I say. “We’re good where we’re at, and Grace doesn’t seem to mind me hanging out there.” I reach under the table and squeeze Cassidy’s thigh. “We have plenty of time to move in together.”