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I have enough trauma, I’m grateful this isn’t one.

Unfortunately, I have to pick up my car tomorrow, because they’re in the process of washing it, but I’m happy the paperwork process of it all is done.

I’m hoping to hear back soon from the car insurance company about whether or not they think the car can be salvaged, or if they’re going to scrap it and pay me for it.

Auggie saw the car in the aftermath of the wreck, and doesn’t see how they’ll possibly think it can be fixed at an auto body shop.

Sighing as we walk up the stairs to the apartment, I find I’m struggling to relax from the long day. I’m tired yet wired, if that makes sense.

“You look like you have electrical wiring under your skin,” Auggie breathes in my ear as we reach our floor. “I may need to wear you out so you can sleep. Trust me, that is not a hardship.”

Giggling, I shiver at his words. I’m not really someone who giggles, and I blame Auggie for it. He's turned me hopelessly lovesick.

It’s the years we’ve known each other and been best friends. It makes it easier to admit what I’ve been fighting.

“I’m pretty sure I’ll enjoy every moment,” I say with a smirk as I open our apartment door. I can hear the shower running in the hallway bathroom, and Tommy is sitting on the couch in the living room as if waiting for us.

“Hey,” I murmur, surprised to see him.

“Hi,” he says with a small smile, still sitting. I appreciate that because he’s such a large alpha, I feel overwhelmed by him a lot. “You’re just getting home. I was hoping we’d be able to talk?”

His blue hair is such a beacon under the living room light, I find myself taking an imperceptible step forward, wanting to see if it’s as soft as I’ve imagined it to be.

Augustine presses a kiss to my temple as he closes and locks the door behind me, mumbling, “I’ll be waiting for you in bed. Take your time, Sweetheart.”

There’s no jealousy, just acceptance. Fuck, he’s amazing.

“Sure,” I tell Tommy with a nod. “What’s up?”

“I want you to take me somewhere you love in the city first,” he says, standing. “Anywhere you want. You can drive my truck.”

“You’d let me drive it?” I scoff. Something tells me that his truck is one of his prized possessions.

“It’s just steel and wheels,” he says with a shrug. “I trust you to take care of it.”

My lips part open in amazement, because I’m realizing how little I know about him. He’s a strong, large alpha who runs a mafia organization. That's the extent of what I know, outside of the fact that he has a sister as well.

Maybe I need to change that.

“Okay,” I say, eyes wide as he drops the truck key into my hand.

“So where are we going?” he asks, his gorgeous full lips twitching into a smile.

“Crazy, wanna come along?” I ask as I start walking back outside.

“Bluebell, you’d be terrified of where I’d let you lead me,” he growls as he follows me.

His words make me shiver, because I think that’s the most romantic thing he’s ever fucking said to me. Damn.

Tommy’s palm sits along my back as we walk, and it’s hard to pay attention when his leather and sage scent surrounds me completely. If I was still using my inhaler, I’d be depriving myself of this deliciousness.

Maybe the cage was really the inhaler, given my experience with Xavier, someone who I don’t think has ever been annoyed with me. Not that I could tell anyway.

I’m so focused on his presence, my foot slips on the last step, making me squeal. Tommy catches me, pulling me up to his chest, holding me tightly.

“You okay?” he rumbles in my ear, sounding concerned and amused at the same time. Gah, it’s obvious I missed it because I wasn’t paying attention.

“Yeah,” I breathe. “I’m good.”

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