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Not exactly the romantic declaration I imagined, but it’s honest.

“Beth?” My name is a question on his tongue, and despite my cautious nature, and all the warnings going off in my head, my chin dips in agreement.

This man really does scramble everything I've ever known about myself.

“Yes, I’ll come home with you. We have maybe an hour left here before I can leave, though.”

Beckett nods in understanding and lets me go.

The wide grin lighting up his face almost makes me think that the pain that will come once we're over will be worth it.

Almost.

CHAPTER EIGHT

BETH

When we arrive at Beckett's home, I'm surprised to learn that instead of a bachelor pad in one of the apartment complexes in town, he lives in a two-story Craftsman.

“Wow,” I say as he parks in the two-car garage. “This is a lot of house.”

“Don’t worry, it’s not all for me. My best friend, Ranger, and I share the place. You might have met him.”

Right.

For a second, the wildness of what I’m doing eclipsed the part of my brain that knew he and Ranger were roommates.

“I’m surprised an MC guy lives off the compound.”

“He’s not the only one.” Beckett rounds the vehicle to open my door. “Ranger and I were roommates in college. After he got out of the military and…” He trails off and shakes his head like he shouldn’t say something. “Moved to Suitor’s Crossing, it wasn't that big of a leap for us to rent something together. He commandeered the basement. I've got the upstairs, and we share the first-floor kitchen and living areas. It's a good compromise. We both have our own spaces.”

“It sounds like a dream.”

If most of my friends weren't in serious relationships, I'd suggest we share a large home like this.

Unfortunately, Kat and I are the only single girls left from our original book club group, and Kat still lives in Everton, where we all resided before the Great Migration to Suitor's Crossing.

Beckett punches in a security code and unlocks a door that opens into a kitchen full of shadows.

“Is Ranger here?” I ask, a little uncomfortable with the idea of him hearing us together.

Though, he is probably used to Beckett bringing women home.

Don't think about that!

I shake the thought off as I attempt to hype myself up and remember why I'm here.

I'm going to have sex with Beckett Caldwell.

Me, not-so-cautious-now Beth.

Beckett shakes his head and flips on a light. “No, he's out on club business. Which means I've got you all to myself.”

Oozing confidence, Beckett whisks me upstairs to his bedroom, which better fits my idea of a bachelor pad.

Chrome details.

Sparse knickknacks.