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“Mate—”

“No!”

Jensen backs off.

I take her arm. “Come on. Let’s get you settled.”

We head up the front steps, and I unlock the door, letting Dillon in ahead of me. Jensen is right on her heels. I turn to see Miles parking and climbing out of the car.

“They’re both here,” I inform him.

He laughs. “I have a feeling we’ll have to kick him out later.”

“Good luck with that,” I whisper when I see Jensen’s determined expression.

“Um, guest rooms are upstairs,” I tell Dillon.

She nods and moves to the stairs. Jensen is her shadow, trailing after her. Miles and I share a look before following them up.

“Which room did you want her in?” I ask him.

“Um, whichever she wants. There’s not much in the guest room,” he warns me.

We head to the third floor, and Dillon enters the first room.

“This one is fine,” she says.

“We can get whatever you want for the room—” Miles starts

Jensen growls. “I have rooms next door.”

Dillon raises an eyebrow. “Good for you.”

“You can stay with me. I’ll take care of you.”

“I’m good here.”

Jensen sighs and nods. “I’ll be next door.”

“At your place?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “In that room.”

He points to the guest room next door, and I swallow a laugh.

“Oh, cool, they’re both staying,” Miles grumbles, and this time, I do laugh.

“Well, make yourselves at home. Do you need anything?” I ask Dillon.

She shakes her head. “Just a shower.”

“I’ll get you a towel,” Miles says.

I follow my man down to the second floor and into our room.

“So, is this the new plan?” he asks, laughing.

“I guess. Dillon and I can find our own place.”