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“Can we live here?” she asks.

“It’s yours.” I pull my phone out and text the agent to let her know we’ll take it.

“When can we move in?” Julia asks.

“I’ll have Matrix wire the money. As soon as they get it, the place is ours. Let’s get your stuff. Then we’ll stop at the clubhouse and get mine.”

“Baby, I love you.” She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down for a kiss that starts sweet but turns sultry in an instant. I already want her again. I can’t seem to get enough. She’s turned me into an insatiable beast, but I’m not complaining, and neither is she.

The ride back to her house doesn’t take long. Matrix, Talon, and Nitro meet us there with a big truck and more boxes than we need. Reaper’s watching over the bar while we’re gone. The guys set up the boxes and start packing everything in the kitchen and living room. I told her we could buy all new stuff for the house, but she insisted on bringing everything with us. I don’t care. As long as she’s with me, she can bring whatever she wants.

We’re halfway through packing her dishes when she comes out of her bedroom. Confusion furrows her brow as she stands at the end of the hall with her hands on her hips.

“What’s wrong, babe?” I’m instantly on my feet, walking toward her.

“I’m just looking for something I can’t find.”

“What is it? I’ll help you look.”

“Oh, um … I’m sure it’s around here somewhere. I’ll keep looking.” She heads into the guest room and starts pulling open drawers.

“I’d be happy to help if you tell me what you’re looking for,” I say.

“Oh, it’s nothing, really. Forget I said anything.” She flushes bright pink, and now, I’m really curious.

I walk into the room and close the door behind me. I pull her into a hug and kiss her temple before stepping back. “Babe, why do I feel like you’re keeping something from me?”

“I’m not… it’s just … it’s … ugh!” She slaps her hands on her thighs. “Never mind. I can buy another one later.”

“Another what?” I lean against the wall and cross my arms over my chest. It was cute at first, but now, I’m getting annoyed. I can give her anything she wants. She just has to tell me what’s missing, and I’ll buy another one.

“Scar, seriously. It’s fine.”

Oh shit. I know it’s not fine. Any time a woman says that word, a man’s about to get in trouble. That man is me because I have a sudden, sneaking suspicion that I know what she’s looking for, and she’s not going to be happy when she finds out where it is.

“Would this item be something sort of small and battery operated?” I ask with as much innocence as I can muster.

“Scar …” She narrows her gaze, and now, I’m second guessing whether I should have closed the door. She might kill me when she finds out what I did.

“Yeah, so, here’s what happened …” I rub the back of my neck. I’m a dead man. “I came here looking for the sheriff.”

“Why the hell would he be at my house?” she asks.

“We couldn’t find him anywhere else, so we thought maybe he came here.”

“When was this?” she asks.

“The night everything went down with the sheriff.”

“You were in my house?” She looks around the room before skewering me with a look. “What did you touch?”

“I didn’t jerk off in your panties if that’s what you’re implying.” I hold up my hands in surrender.

“Of course, you didn’t. You’re not a creeper.”

She laughs so hard I relax slightly. Maybe she won’t kill me after all. I decide to take advantage of the moment.

“I might have taken something with me, though. But not for jerking-off purposes,” I quickly add.