Harry was wrinkling his nose at the idea of Belia meeting Thomas. He didn't trust the woman either, even less after he'd spotted Lara one day with one of Belia's own guards on her arm.
Crap, he'd have to tell Thomas that Lara was here, too.
So what to do with Thomas? The thought crossed his mind of letting Thomas stay with him, but he quickly reconsidered. Murphy spent plenty of nights in this apartment, and he wasn't about to give that up.
"Move in with me?" Harry suggested, quickly turning to face Murphy so there was no confusion of whom he was asking. He reached over and gave one of her hands a gentle squeeze. "I mean, lots of your stuff is already here, and you spend enough time here. Thomas can stay in your place, and we can avoid Belia for a while longer. I mean, um, it makes sense, right?"
I want you here, were the words he couldn't quite force out of his lips. But his eyes were lightly pleading as he glanced at hers for an instant before focusing on that cute, slightly upturned nose of hers.