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Cain chuckles. “I’m going to pretend to not be insulted that you think I don’t know by now that you would have picked the darkest shade. It fits my moody little hellcat the best.”

He sounds so proud of himself as he leads me into the living room and holy shit. My jaw drops. The color is everything I’ve been dreaming of. I can see myself putting the finishing touches on and everything flowing into the perfect moody vibe. The black and white checkered rug I’ve had my eye on will look so amazing in here.

“Thank you,” I whisper, the stupid tears brimming in my eyes again. “I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you, but thank you.”

“No need to thank me, babe. If we go in the direction I think we’re goin’, this will eventually be my place, too. Can’t only have my woman’s sweat put into it.” He places a kiss on my forehead before heading back into the kitchen where the guys are.

I’m frozen in my spot because he really just dropped that bomb on me and walked away like he didn’t just rock my world. He says so much but so little at the same time. Cain isn’t the type for grand romantic gestures. I’m starting to wonder if taking care of me is his love language.

And you know what?

A girl could get used to that.

Chapter Thirty-Two

CAIN

The expression on Evan’s face when she saw the living room was completely painted will forever be engraved in my brain. I feel something that I’ve never felt before. I feel full of pride. And yeah, I’ve felt this feeling with the club but never with a woman. This brought a whole new meaning to the word. It makes me feel like maybe I am enough for her.

I wish I could take one hundred percent of the credit, but I can’t. Right after Evan left the clubhouse, Hash stopped me on my way in and said he wanted to take care of the damage that was done as a way to make it up to her for being a jackass.

And I was all for that.

We have enough shit going on to worry about that I don’t want to have to worry about my girl and a brother being at odds.

I freaked her out when I said that if we go the distance, I’ll be living here, too. In all honesty, it just kind of slipped out. She hasn’t said shit when I call her mine in front of the club. I’m taking that as a good sign.

Once we put up the new drywall and started painting, I had a lot of time to think. It freaked me out at first that I could picture myself fitting right in here, watching the game on the couch and watching Evan make us dinner at the island.

Fuck, I already feel at home.

Evan just has that way about her.

“I’m hungry, woman!” Cyrus yells to Evan from his seat, snapping her back into reality.

“Sorry! I was just admiring your handy work.” She winked at him as she walked into the kitchen and took out the burger to make patties.

“You got a grill babe?”

“Ah… no. I can cook and bake, but I can’t grill.” She lets out that laugh that I’ll never get tired of hearing. “I tried to grill turkey burgers once, and as soon as I put the meat on the grill, the burger just fell through the slats. That was the end of my grilling career.” Good thing she’ll never need to learn now that I’m here.

“I texted Storm while I was outside.”

All of the guys stopped talking as soon as they heard the fucker’s name.

“And?” How do you just drop that out of the blue and not say anything more about it?

“He was… weird. I asked him if he wanted to meet up here, and he was cool with it,” she says while setting the last burger in the pan to cook, clearly avoiding telling me the part about why she thought he was being fucking weird.

All of the guys’ eyes are narrowed on her, picking up the same thing I did.

“How was he weird?”

“He basically said he doesn’t want Zek— I mean Scotch.” She shoots Scotch a sorry look. I know it’s been hard on her to catch on to his road name.

“Babe, as long as it’s just us, you can call him whatever the fuck you want. In front of outsiders, it’s Scotch, alright?”

Evan nods her head before continuing. “Right. He said he no longer wants Zeke with me whenever we meet up. He said that he doesn’t want someone he doesn’t know in his business.” She pauses as her brow furrows. “Which, I get but… it’s never been an issue before. It’s not like Zeke tries to pry into his life. He doesn’t even talk to him.”

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