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“Do youhaveto be right all the time?” she mumbled, unlocking the door and letting me in.

Lo and behold, I wasn’t wrong at all. Reid hadn’t even started packing.

“You’re leaving tomorrow,” I whined, waving an arm at the empty suitcases in her living room.

“I don’t want to,” Reid muttered, fishing a bottle of water out of the refrigerator.

“Baby, we have to get you packed,” I said gently. “I’ll help, and we can talk, okay?”

With a deep groan, she took my hand and I all but dragged her into the bedroom.

“I’m only agreeing to this on one condition,” she said, flopping onto her bed.

“And what’s that?” I asked, hauling open the wardrobes to pull her clothes out.

“We can do this long distance relationship, I have no doubt about it,” she said, kicking her sneakers off. “But we see each other every two weeks. No matter how busy our schedules get. Deal?”

“Wait, what do you mean by that?” I frowned. “Do you mean I’ll fly up to you every two weeks?”

“That’s hardly fair.”

“Then what are you suggesting?”

“We can alternate.” She shrugged. “We’ll spend a weekend together every two weeks. That doesn’t include long trips, obviously. I refuse to go the rest of my life living on a weekend.”

“But youhateflying, Reid,” I reminded her. “You’re terrified of it.”

“What’s a few hours of fear when I get to spend time with you at the end of it?”

“Reid, be serious.” I giggled, my heart fluttering.

“Iamserious, love.” She laughed. “I can deal with some stupid phobia for you.”

My chest squeezed hard, and I frowned.

“Wait,” she said, cutting me off. “We have other things we need to talk about, don’t we?”

I hated to admit it, but she was right.

“We could start with my belongings back home.” I sighed, and Reid shuffled closer to me, her hands pulling the clothes out of mine.

“I’ll take care of it.”

“You don’t have to, I can deal with it.”

“No, my love, I’ll take care of it,” she insisted.

I sighed, my shoulders drooping in defeat.

“And I’ve contacted a few agencies in Rio about your new apartment,” she continued, oblivious to the outrage on my face. “You should take a look at some of the condos, they’re a lot prettier than I expected. Just let me know which one you want, and I’ll get the building signed in your name.”

“Reid, no!”

“What?” she said, reaching for another pile of clothes. She folded them slowly, like she didn’t have a deadline, and looked at me innocently.

“You cannot buy any buildings here,” I said.

“Yes, I can.” She blinked. “And I have already.”