Page 62 of Unwrapping Love

“That’s not true in the least,” he said, his jaw dropping.

“You’ve been like this since I met you. You barely go home because you want your space.”

“That is a far cry from controversy. That is wanting to be my own person.”

“Fine,” Logan said. “But you still don’t. You give in all the time or let women have their way.”

He shrugged. “Maybe it’s never been worth fighting about or for before.”

His best friend’s head went side to side. “Maybe. You said Saylor had two interviews yesterday. Did she hear anything?”

“She got offers for both jobs yesterday. We talked it over last night.”

“Enlighten me. You advised her to take any job she wanted instead of one better suited to your relationship.”

He didn’t want to admit that he felt that way. “She already picked up her life to come here. I’m not about to tell her what job she has to work. I told her she didn’t even have to decide right away.”

“What did she say to that?”

“She doesn’t want to not contribute.”

Logan burst out laughing. “She knows who you are and related to, right?”

He held his snarl in place. Barely. “Yes.”

Logan put his hand up. “If anyone knows how much you hate people bringing up West, it’s me. I only wanted to make sure she knows those things. She’s really worried about living off of you?”

“Yes. She’s very independent. I won’t take that away from her. But she decided on a job.”

“The one you would have picked?” Logan asked, lifting an eyebrow.

“Yes.” Thankfully.

He told her to list pros and cons and in the end, suggested she do what worked the best for her health.

She’d been stunned he’d said that. She never once brought it up, but he wondered if one would have been more taxing on her.

In the two weeks they’d been apart, he’d read as much about type 1 diabetes as he could and knew that stress could affect her blood sugar. Pretty much everything could and he hadn’t realized the extent of it.

She never complained about it. She’d been low a few times, eating candy or other treatments he’d stocked in the house prior to her arrival. Then they went grocery shopping together on Sunday and he resisted the urge to pay when she jumped ahead of him.

He wouldn’t be embarrassed over it.

They didn’t know who he was there.

Lots of women paid at the store when they went in as a couple. Could just be they had shared accounts in people’s minds and she was the first to pull her card out.

“Did you sway her at all?”

“I don’t think so,” he said.

“So where is she going to be working? Does it give you two time to get to know each other, or space to get used to living together?”

He didn’t want the space, but since he worked long days, this was actually perfect. He rarely had a full day off.

Which wasn’t true. His office was closed on the weekend, production closed on Sundays.

That was what sucked the most. It was Saylor’s first day in.