Adelyn's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Mr. Warren, that would be inappropriate," she said, suddenly unable to shake off a strange sense of fear rising in her heart.
She didn't know what exactly was scaring her.
But there was something she simply couldn't ignore.
An instinct, perhaps —urging her to refuse the idea as soon as possible.
A voice telling her to keep her distance from the man who, on the surface, seemed entirely harmless to her.
Dylan studied her expression, but he didn't insist.
"It's not inappropriate," he said calmly. "However, if you don't want to stay, there is no pressure."
Adelyn finally relaxed.
Calming whatever unrest lingered inside her, she said,
"Mr. Warren, I know that given our relationship, it's not really inappropriate for me to move into your place."
She paused, looking straight into his eyes.
"I won't lie to you. I'm not comfortable moving into your place."
This might have been the first honest thing she had said to him.
