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Her frown deepens.

“You think I could bear to spend even a single night away from this beautiful body?” I skim my hand over her perfect ass to emphasize my point. “I want you to come with me.”

She pushes herself up, resting her forearms on my chest. “Like move in with you?”

“Yes.”

“For real?”

“Can you think of a better alternative? I can’t be apart from you, but I’m over having to hold back when I fuck you, Joey.”

She arches one eyebrow. “This has been you holding back?”

I brush her hair back from her face and grin wickedly. “There’s so much I want to do with and to you that I can’t do in your brothers’ house. And it’s not all sex related, baby. I want to eat breakfast with you—granted, you will be naked, but still. I want to watch TV with you. While you’re naked. Cook dinner with you—”

“While I’m naked?”

I wink at her. “You catch on quick, baby girl. But I’m serious about this, I just want to be with you. I want to share every part of my life with you.”

“I want to be with you too, Max. It just seems like such a big step. What if I drive you crazy?”

“You do drive me crazy,” I remind her.

“True,” she says, giggling. “But I will miss Gabs. And Anya and Kat. And even my jackass brothers.”

“I know.”

“Not as much as I’d miss you though.”

Thank fuck for that.

“Can we visit every day?”

“Every day,” I assure her.

“But then every night…?” She chews on her bottom lip, fluttering her eyelashes and making my cock twitch.

“You’re all mine.”

ChapterFifty-Five

MAX

“He’s the one who should be nervous, Kristin.” My little sister sits in the chair beside me, fidgeting with her clothes.

“You think?” She laughs nervously. “What do I say, Max? Oh, hey, I know we haven’t spoken for six months and I just disappeared without a trace, but I’m having your baby.”

I look down at her huge pregnant belly and lift my eyebrows. “I think he’ll figure out that last part fairly quickly.”

She swats me on the arm. “Stop!”

“When he gets here, I’ll give you two some privacy, but I’ll be right at the next table if you need me.”

“I won’t need you.” She rolls her eyes. “Jakob’s a sweetheart.”

I almost choke on fresh air. That’s definitely not what I’ve heard. But men like him—men like me—can still be good fathers and husbands. I’m willing to give him the benefit of the doubt, which is why after Dmitri gave me his name, I contacted him and arranged this meeting.

Suddenly, Kristin grabs hold of my arm. “It’s him,” she whispers. I look up to see a tall, heavyset guy with dark hair and a thick beard walk into the empty restaurant. His two guards hang back by the door, and as soon as his eyes meet hers, I get it. I understand why my sister insisted he would never do anything to hurt her because he looks at her the same way I look at my girl.