She was moving in with the man she loved. Her gut knotted nervously at the prospect. She had never cohabitated with a man before but Jack was different from any other man she knew. They were both so busy with new jobs and her starting school again that moving in together seemed like the only way to see each other on any regular basis. And she wanted to see him very regularly. She couldn’t get enough of the man. Sierra blew out a long breath to steady her nerves and knocked on the door with her foot. A few seconds later Jack yanked open the door with a grin that pushed away all her apprehension. “Let me get that for you.” He grabbed the box out of her hands and carried it to the center of the living room and set it on top of the coffee table. “Before we move the rest of the stuff in, come into the kitchen.” He held her hand, pulling her with him. There on the counter Jack had a bottle of champagne and two tall glasses set out. “How did I get so lucky, finding a romantic guy like you?”
