On the car ride back to the city, they both were quiet. They were both thinking of everything they needed to do to prepare for the house. Milo was thinking of the bank transfer and the major things, whereas Paige was thinking of the things that would make it a home. It was still a concept to her; it had not sunk in that this man just bought a house because they both needed to move. She looked over to him and saw the look on his face. He was happy on the surface. He was thrilled as they hammered out all the details of the quick sale with the realtor. Everything seemed to be going to his plan. She didn’t know what that plan was, though, and that made her think.“Milo?” she broke the silence with her question.“What, sweetheart?” he responded without looking over to her. He somehow knew what she was going to ask without even putting too much thought into it.“You said earlier that you don’t ever

  “I don’t want more things.” She said as she looked up to his face. She didn’t want him to buy her anything more. She wanted him to know that.“Do you know how to sew?” he asked with a chuckle.“Yes, why?” she asked.“Because if you don’t remove your clothing in five seconds, the shirt will have no buttons left on it.” He growled as he looked at her, still standing there, not moving. She reached up to the top button that was still buttoned, and undid it, then she moved one down, another, and another until her shirt hung open. He looked at her fine soft skin and then pushed the offending garment to the floor. He looked at her standing there in her perfect glory without a shirt on, but he still saw too much fabric, and she was teasing him now. He liked it more than he wanted too.Her skirt was unbuttoned, and then the zipper moved down slowly until it fell off her h

  Milo kept to his word and woke her at sunrise, knowing that she would have to take another shower for the day. He was glad he had moved a few of his suits into the closet already, and he helped her in the shower quickly as they knew soon the building would be coming to life again. As they both dressed, he hung a few of her new suits in the closet next to his with a smile as she went to get coffee for the both of them. Things that seemed like it would in the home they would share made everything seem even more dreamlike than it already was for the both of them. Nothing besides a few stolen small kisses here or there would tell a story that they were anything but boss and assistant.In the office, they spoke to each other as they normally would be. It was simple for both of them. The business hours were for the job they both had. Milo had already started to think about how to get what he needed to be done during the waking hours of the day instead of

 “You think this is a good idea?” Paige asked after Justin left the office. She was looking around at the office and was beginning to think that maybe he was right, and she went a little overboard with the plants. She had to shake her head at herself and went back to helping him place things around the office. The plants did make the size of the room look smaller, though. As she placed a plant down, he would move one of the larger items like a tree or fern to the side where the windows were. In the process, he had made a small private sitting area with the trees around the small couch and two chairs. It was beginning to take shape that could be used.“If it is a bad idea, it is one I should make. I know more about them then they know about me. I think I should try to form something with them. I mean, they are my half-siblings though they know why I am here, existing. The sins of the mother and father shouldn’t be placed onto the child rega

  Paige walked out and looked between the two men standing there. Milo was looking at his father, and she knew he had so many questions to ask. She went to her area and took a seat as she let them talk. As the two left the hallway to go into the office, they left the door open. They knew that she would stop anyone from coming in, and they could discuss whatever with the knowledge she would keep their secrets. She was after all a part of this. “I have one question,” Milo asked the old man as he sat down on the couch, and Milo went to one of the chairs near it. Milo didn’t really know how to handle this conversation. It wasn’t something he was ever going to ask in the first place. Now everything was hinged on the answer his father would give.“And that is?” the old man asked as he raised his eyebrow.“Did you want me to know them?” Milo asked.“Know who?” the old man