“And who knows? The penthouse might be completely open for you two,” Georgia says.

That catches my attention, and I focus on the couple across the table from us. “What?”

“We maybe found a second home—”

“A second home?” I blurt out. “A second home for what?”

“For us to hang out in …” Georgia says before trailing off, as if she lost her train of thought.

“How did we go from you saying let’s be roommates to you saying you’re moving out?”

“Technically, we don’t close on the house for another month,” Georgia says. “Plus, Archer isn’t selling the penthouse. He wants to keep both, and it’s good news for you. When we move out, you guys will have the place to yourselves.”

I stare at them, blinking, while processing the news that I wish Archer had given me. We’re supposed to tell each other everything, especially something as big as this.

“The penthouse is yours to stay in for as long as you’d like,” Archer says. “Georgia just keeps on girlie-ing up shit, so I figured we needed our own place for that.”

The discussion has changed from Cassidy moving in with us to Georgia and Archer moving out. It’ll be weird, not having them there with me, but I understand their reasoning. If I had the option to have a place with Cassidy solo or with roommates, I’d for sure take a place for just the two of us.

Now, I just need to figure out when we can make that leap in our relationship.

Chapter Thirty-Four

Cassidy

I walk into the kitchen to find Grace grading papers, notebooks spread out along the table and her laptop to the side. “Hey, girl.”

She grins up at me, shutting her computer. “How did last night go? The first night at the boyfriend’s?”

“It was …” I’m no doubt beaming like those love-drunk yuppies in movies. “Amazing.”

“Aw, yay! I’m so happy for you, Cass. You really deserve it. I think you’re a great match.” Her voice is genuine and soft, and if I were ever to cast an angel in a movie, it’d be her with that tone, her strawberry-blond hair, and her fair skin.

She stayed with her parents last night because I’d given her a heads-up that I was staying the night with Lincoln. He’d asked me to since it was something we’d never done before, and he said he wanted his sheets and bedroom to smell like me.

Hell, I wanted his sheets and his bedroom to smell like me to ward off any middle-aged women who might try to become his cougar.