Page 97 of Roar & Lizzy: A Forever Kind of Love

"You? Why?" Since he'd known them, he'd never seen Lizzy and Coco have a disagreement. They were close, almost like sisters.

"I went into the house after you left this morning, excited about how you bought the house and we're going to live together. I thought she'd be happy for us, and she wasn't." Lizzy stopped him from going in the bar. "It's my fault. I totally flaked on what buying the house and you moving in with me does to her. She had questions, and I didn't have any information to give her."

"I'll talk with her." He kissed the sweet spot in the middle of her forehead. "Nothing to worry about."

"Okay." She walked into the bar.

He detoured and went into the kitchen. "Hey, Peach."

"President Roar." Peach tied the apron strings behind her back. "Are you needing something to eat?"

"I'm good." He gazed around the kitchen. "I heard you and Pete found a house to rent."

"Three streets over. We get to move out of the clubhouse in two weeks." Peach grinned. "The first night in there, I plan to sleep a full eight hours. No Aron snoring. None of those men and women going at it like rabbits through the night." Peach laughed. "Hell, I might even make Pete sleep in one of the spare bedrooms and have the bed to myself."

"How many rooms does the house have?" he asked.

"Four." She turned on the grill. "I don't know what we're going to do with such a large place, but the rental choices around here are limited, and honestly, we were getting tired of sleeping at the clubhouse."

"Have you thought about renting out the rooms?"

Peach hummed. "Now that you mention it, we haven't."

"I know you wouldn't have any problem filling the house." He walked to the doorway. "Something to think about, Peach."

He pushed through the swinging door and entered the bar. The first few customers were sitting at tables, and a group stood over by the pool table, chalking the tips of their cue sticks. Catching Monica's attention, he asked her to cover Coco's section for a few minutes.

Then, he sought out Coco and motioned for her to follow him.

Not wanting to discuss something that might upset her in the bar, he walked her out the back and into the alley.

Coco, obviously upset with him, stood waiting for him to speak with her arms crossed.

"Lizzy mentioned she told you the news about Slag buying the house." He widened his stance. "I want you to know you're welcome to stay living there."

"I appreciate the offer, but I would never want to come between you and Lizzy." Coco gazed down the alley and sighed. "I should never have let Lizzy know I was upset. It wasn't fair to her when she was happier than I've ever seen her. I'll talk to her, and we'll figure everything out."

"You don't have to make a decision right away. Think about it. I spend all of my free time at the clubhouse. I'll only be sleeping at the house. There will be times I'm away, and Lizzy will be home alone. I rather know that she has you to keep her company."

Coco glanced at him. "Are you being serious?"

He dipped his chin. "I know she would like you to stay."

"I'll think about it."

"I hope you do." He opened the back door and let Coco inside.

Instead of going back into the bar, he walked to his motorcycle. He needed to run through the things his father mentioned on the phone and have a solid plan for going forward before the meeting tomorrow. The best way to do that was to put some miles on his Harley.

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