CHAPTER ELEVEN
When it was clear that the couch was not going to allow them to become as active as they liked to be, they moved to the bedroom. It was there, amid a jumble of sheets and candlelight, that they finally started talking again.
“What will Rose think if I move in?” Ramirez asked.
“I don’t know,” Avery answered. “I’ll talk to her about it. But the fact that you’re even concerned about it makes me want you to move in a little more. It also makes me think you might be getting Round Two tonight before we go to sleep.”
“I have to say…it would be a weird dynamic. Not only would we be working together as partners and living together—but if you take this sergeant position, I’d also be living with my boss.”
“Well, let’s be real,” she said, playfully reaching below the sheets and sei
