Might as well get it over with and then revisit my opportunities in Crete.

I wasn’t going to pack beach towels. I was going to fill my luggage with Kleenex.

“First off, I want you movin’ in, not in a few months, now. I want you in my bed, I want you in my house, I wanna come home to you.”

I blinked in shock, mainly because what he said was shocking and not at all what I expected.

“What?” I breathed

“You heard me.”

I blinked again then, for some fool reason, I asked, “Don’t you think we should, I don’t know… date? At least for awhile. You know, like normal people.”

His mouth started moving like he was fighting a grin and I felt my blood pressure rise. “Mi amor, you are definitely not normal people and this is definitely not a normal relationship.”

I decided to ignore that and went on, again foolishly, “It’s too soon.”

“I’ve known you over a year,” he returned.

“We’ve only been together two weeks!”

His voice got low and his mouth stopped moving like he was fighting a grin, clearly Mr. Mood Swing’s mood was swinging. “Mujer, we been together a lot longer than that and you know it.”

I had to admit, he had a point.

And he wanted me to move in with him!

Yay!

I smiled, mentally ungirding, I snuggled closer and said softly, “Okay.”

His body, which I hadn’t realized was tense, relaxed under mine and his hand sifted into the hair at the side of my head, his fingers curling around my skull.

“Now that’s decided, we gotta talk about your money.”

I should have regirded.

Instead, in Innocent and Happy About to Move in with Hector World, I asked, “My money?”

He nodded.

“What about it?”

“You just agreed to move in, that means you just agreed to officially becoming my woman. I take care of my woman. I pay the mortgage, I pay the bills, I fix up the house. We go out, I pay. Your money is for you. I take care of us.”

Now hang on a ding darn minute.

My body went straight.

“Excuse me, but –”

His fingers tightened on my scalp. “You’re not gettin’ this, Sadie. I’m tellin’ you the way it is. I’m not opening it up for discussion.”

I felt my eyes narrow.

“Hector Chavez, don’t you –”

He cut in again, “You agree to try life out with me, you get what you see. I don’t do that designer shit. I don’t have any f**kin’ desire to live in a house that’s bigger than what I need. Life for me is simple. My car’s gotta work for my lifestyle and get me from point A to point B. My house has gotta be as I like it because I made it that way. My job’s gotta be somethin’ that presents challenges and doesn’t make me lose sleep. And my woman’s gotta be in my bed when I get home at night. You don’t fit in with that, this isn’t gonna work.”

I was finding it hard to breathe which was good because if I’d been able to breathe, I might have been a lot louder when I answered.

“You think I want the designer clothes and the mansion,” I accused.

“I know what you want… now. I also know that can wear thin when you’re used to havin’ a lot more. You think you’ll start wantin’ that, you think you can use your money to push me into it then we should stop right here.”

I tried to shove away, jump off his lap but his hand left my hair and both his arms went around me tight, holding me in place.

“Let me go,” I hissed.

“Sadie, you gotta answer this now.”

“Oh? Did you ask a question?” I shot back.

“Mamita –”

I kept pushing at him, so angry I was mumbling to myself, “I need to call Jet. Is it too late to call Jet?”

“Jet can’t help you with this one,” Hector told me. “It’s gotta be all you.”

I glared at him.

Then I shared.

“You can’t know this so I’ll explain it to you and, Hector Chavez, you better listen good. I like clothes so I’ll buy what I want. I like pretty things too, so I’ll surround myself with them if I want to. I like to do nice things for people and since you’re people that means I might do nice things for you. If I do, you’re gonna have to deal. But I don’t want ivory towers and fancy cars. I want people in my life who care about me and who’ll let me care about them in return. I want to use the gift my Mom gave me and use it right. She didn’t die for me to live large. She died for me to live happy. Happiness is not money. I’ve had money my whole life and it never made me happy. These last few weeks, I’ve been happy and I’ve barely stepped foot in my fancy car and I certainly haven’t been living in an ivory tower. So, you can just –”

I didn’t finish because Hector moved. One second I was struggling and ranting while sitting in his lap, the next second I was on my back on the couch and he was on top of me.

This knocked the breath out of me so all I could do was stare at his face which had gone that soft, hard possessive, the look in his eyes was uber-warm.

Softly he announced, “All right, mamita, we got that out of the way, one more thing.”

I expelled the breath caught in my lungs and snapped, “What?”

This, for some bizarre reason, made him smile. It also made him touch his lips to mine for a quick kiss.

When he was done kissing me, he said, “Tu padre, mi cielo, it’s unlikely he’s ever gonna welcome me with open arms. What you and I got plays out like I think it will, you gotta know that and be able to deal.”

“You’re wrong,” I told him and watched his eyes narrow. “Totally wrong,” I whispered, the fight and anger left me and I wrapped my arms around him. “He wants me to be happy. It’ll take time but he’ll come around.”

Hector shook his head, I nodded mine.

Then his whole face went warm. “Sadie, you’re settin’ yourself up for disappointment if you think that way.”

“Hector,” I returned quietly, “trust me.”

He bit his lip, looked over my head for a second then back at me. “Just guard your heart, mi amor, that’s all I’m sayin’.”

I lifted my head, touched my mouth to his and then, keeping my mouth against his, I whispered, “Okay.”