Yes, My Lord
Logan cleared off his home office desk. He set everything in a laundry hamper he borrowed from his cleaning lady — he learned laundry was not his thing early in his bachelorhood.
Ally came down when the desk scraping the floor shook the house. Her stuff had arrived earlier in the day and she had to deal with putting her stuff in his basement, along with deciding what not to store downstairs. Mainly moving clothes to his room, which had her on edge.
More on edge, she’d been tense since their first night and he wasn’t sure why, other than moving into his bedroom until she found a place. The first day she’d been too tired, the second day she visited her new office and finished filling out her paperwork, and today was the third day. Friday, and he took the day off to help her unload her stuff.
The way she looked at her desk when the moving men put it in his basement pulled at his heart. Her deep frown wasn’t just that her movers had called him her dad a few minutes before, no, it was the desk itself, as if she couldn’t handle seeing her desk shoved in a corner. He decided they’d move it into his office, only if he told her of the plan, she’d balk. Unpacking her clothes was easy enough to undo when she found a place but putting furniture in his house would feel like she was committing to stay here. He hoped she would at some point but she wasn’t ready to give up that…
