"How the hell does it stop you doing what you want if I'm also doing what I want but in the same city?" Romeo answered snappishly. "I'm not asking you to marry me, or to live in my lap, or not to take the job you're so fucking set on. All I want is for us to stay together, and it sounds like you can't even handle that."

He turned to look out the window as she dressed. She deserved that much privacy.