I supposed that was fair. But I would keep my wok handy.

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I laughed as he squeezed me tight. “Well, I have to warn you, there will need to be some rules.”

“Such as?”

“Personal space is overrated. I want to be able to see you at least a few hours a night, even if we have to move around our work schedules.”

“Sounds reasonable,” he said. “And I promise, I will only remove parts from the doors and cabinets when they need to be fixed, not just to amuse myself.”

“Very reasonable,” I told him. “I will only threaten you with pans and pepper extracts when you really deserve it.”

“And the vampire issue,” he said. “Any idea where you stand on that?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “And I don’t know if I’ll be able to give you an answer anytime soon. But for right now, I want to be with you. Bad furniture and all. Besides, I need a contractor, and you’re the only one I know who doesn’t make my skin crawl.”

He gave me a quick flash of a grin, then covered it with a mocking frown. He slid his arms around me. “I don’t know if you can afford me.”

I kissed him, pinching his butt just a little bit. “I think we can work out a barter system.”

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