Lena stared at him, completely thrown off balance. “What are you talking about…?”
He lifted an eyebrow, that infuriatingly controlled expression settling on his face. “You moving here. In two days, you’ll become Mrs. Specter. Where exactly did you think you would live?” His gaze flicked briefly around the room before returning to her. “Your apartment?”
She blinked. Once. Twice.
And then it hit her.
“Oh my God,” she muttered, rubbing her forehead. “I didn’t even think about that.”
Slow pregnancy brain. That had to be it.
Heat crept up her neck as reality settled in. Of course he was right. Married. His name. His life. His world. It wasn’t just a ceremony—it came with consequences, with permanence, with walls far thicker than she had prepared herself for.
She opened her mouth to say s
