Chapter Sixteen

When we got back to the hotel, Travis and I sat on the bed and talked. We were…well, basically planning our future. Although we were not lovers, we were betrothed and whether we liked it or not, we had lives that we would live together, for the next two years, minimum.

“You said you were thinking of moving cities,” he said.

“Yes.”

“Then come to Manhattan with me,” he said. “You can manage your gallery there instead. You can paint all you want. I’m pretty sure there are dance studios that would be happy to accommodate you.”

“That sounds like a plan.” I smiled. I found that proposal interesting.

“I have an apartment there. You can move in with me.”

“Why? Can’t I rent my own?”

“Useless,” Travis replied. His tone told me that he thought my idea was ridiculous. “When do you intend to get married anyway? You’re appr