“Lex, I really don’t see why you are so anxious,” Caden said as they entered his penthouse.
After practice, he had swung back to Alexis’s office and picked her up to take her home. He never got tired of thinking about it. This was their home, theirs. Alexis insisted on thinking she was just crashing there for convenience, but he already considered it as much hers as his own.
Tossing aside her coat, Alexis immediately paced the living room, disturbing Beethoven who had curled up on the sofa. The feline meowed protest before sauntering away to one of his cat trees where he could watch the action out of the way.
Beside the couch sat the duffle she had packed earlier that day. It contained a few essentials as well as some clothes. She had left it in the car with Caden when he dropped her
