The trouble was, he couldn’t keep from thinking that it made sense for her to move in with him until they figured all this out. Regardless of how much he’d argued the point during after-dinner coffee, Naomi had dug her heels in and steadfastly refused to move out of her apartment. She had accepted that having a security detail made good sense, agreed to let him change and upgrade the locks at her apartment, and let Nathan install a security system. He supposed that would have to do. Damn stubborn woman. After parking, he let himself into Nathan’s and followed the light source through to the office at the back of the house. “Help yourself to a drink,” Nathan said, not looking up from his laptop. He hooked his thumb toward a bottle of whisky next to some empty tumblers on the side. “Pour me one while you’re at it.” “You got Naomi’s system loaded up on that?” Tynan asked, reaching for the bottle.
