Page 103 of Property of Tacoma

“Thanks.” I hug my big brother, breathing in his familiar scent.

He squeezes me back. “Love you, little sister.”

“Love you too, big brother.”

Tacoma takes my hand, threading his fingers through mine as we head toward the parking lot.

I glance back to see Mason settling onto the bench and Saylor immediately climbing up beside him, showing him something on her phone.

“They’ll be fine,” Tacoma assures me.

They will.

Twenty minutes later, we’re pulling into the driveway of our house.

Our house.

I still get a thrill every time I think about it.

After everything that happened with the Sinners, Jagger’s rescue, and Mason and Tacoma’s reconciliation, things fell into place quickly.

Like me officially moving in.

Not that I’d really left after that first night, but we made it official. My RV now stays parked on the compound, primarily used for storage, and when I have a job that requires travel.

But here—this house, this life—this is home.

Tacoma kills the engine and climbs off his bike, immediately moving to help me off mine.

His hands are warm on my waist as he lifts me down, and I lean into him for a moment, breathing in his scent.

“Come on, Angel,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

We walk inside, and the moment the door closes behind us, Tacoma turns to me, his brow furrowed with concern.

“Alright, baby. What’s going on?”

I blink up at him. “What do you mean?”

“You’ve been quiet all day.” He cups my face in his hands, his thumbs brushing across my cheeks. “Something’s on your mind. Talk to me.”

My heart starts pounding in my chest, and I place a hand on my still-flat belly.

I found out yesterday.

I’ve been carrying this secret around for twenty-four hours, terrified of what he’s going to say.

We never talked about this. Not really. Sure, he said he wanted more kids that night in the shower, but that was in the heat of the moment. That doesn’t mean he actually wants another baby.

“You might want to sit down for this,” I say, my voice trembling slightly.

His eyes narrow a fraction, but he nods, taking my hand and leading me into the living room.

We settle on the couch, and he turns to face me fully, his expression serious.

“You’re scaring me a little bit, Cali.”

I laugh nervously, twisting my fingers together in my lap. “Sorry, I don’t mean to.”