Marley bit back her grin. “Well, you did say decorating wasn’t your thing. Maybe I can help with that too.”
He nodded with alacrity. “You can do whatever you want. I’d like to make it nicer. I keep thinking I should invite you over here, but as you can see, your place is a little homier.”
Marley giggled, soft warmth suffusing her at the idea of Gage thinking about having her over and worrying what she might think. Anxiety rose behind that feeling because she still didn’t quite know where things were headed with him. It was hard to reconcile the eagerness of her heart and body with her mind’s frequent reminders to take things slow and not overthink what was happening. She took a breath and followed him back down the short hallway to the living room. The couch looked as if it had come from
