A Killer Retreat (27 page)

My shocked mouth flew open. Then I closed it again.

Michael stared at me, his expression an irreconcilable fusion of hope and dread.

It's how we travel the pathways that matters, right?

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. When I exhaled, I felt the butterflies flutter out of my stomach. I opened my mouth and sent my answer with them, before I had time to change my mind.

“OK, Michael, yes. We'll move in together. But I grew up in my house. It would break my heart to sell it.”

Michael's entire body broke out in a smile. “I wouldn't want us to live anywhere else.”

“And if this is going to work, you have to help do the dishes, whether you cook or not.”

“Deal.”

I flashed on that disgusting, flattened toothbrush, and shuddered. “And I don't care if it bankrupts us. We're adding another bathroom.”

Michael's eyes sparkled; the creases surrounding them deepened. “Agreed.” He reached out his hand. “Shake on it?”

I have a feeling my eyes sparkled, too. I grasped the front of his shirt, pulled him in close, and covered his lips with my own. Michael and I might not be getting married—yet—but no mere handshake would do. A deal this important should be sealed with a kiss.

the end

about the author

Tracy Weber is a certified yoga teacher and the founder of Whole Life Yoga, an award-winning yoga studio in Seattle, where she currently lives with her husband, Marc, and German shepherd, Tasha. She loves sharing her passion for yoga and animals in any form possible. Tracy is a member of the Pacific Northwest Writers Association, Dog Writers Association of America, and Sisters in Crime. When she's not writing, she spends her time teaching yoga, walking Tasha, and sipping Blackthorn cider at her favorite ale house.

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