Lionel’s POV
It had been exactly one week since Katherine agreed, reluctantly and dramatically to move in with me. She hadn’t called it that, of course. She just “temporarily relocated some essentials.” Which somehow included twenty pairs of heels, five trench coats, a briefcase full of classified documents, and her favorite espresso machine.
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