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I take her hand in mine as she continues to grumble.

My brother is waiting in the living room, peering out the same window that Maylie had made a beeline for the moment she stepped into the apartment. Nicky is with him.

My brother gives me a knowing look, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. He leans in and takes a sniff. “I can smell the sex.”

Nicky cuffs him around the back of the head at the same time as I smack my fist into his gut hard enough to make my point but not enough to hurt him seriously.

He bends over, letting out a rush of breath even as he laughs through it.

“Shut up and let’s get this done.”

Between us, it doesn’t take long. After the first run back to the flat, Toby and Ivy join us in the new place.

Toby has grown at least two inches in the last two weeks. He was always taller than Maylie, but now, he looms over her. Every time she picks up a box, he’s quick to take it off her, earning grumbles from her, but I approve.

“Where do you want this?” Nate asks Ivy, holding a box with Ivy’s name written on the side.

She tries to take it from him, but he steps back, clutching the box to his chest. “Are you crazy?”

“It’s only got a few things in it. It’s not heavy.”

He scoffs at her. “Did you forget that you’re pregnant? You don’t lift anything when you’re cooking a person.”

Her eyes roll. “Fine. Just put it in my bedroom.”

He shakes his head at her as he strides past her. “No picking up anything.”

“Okay,” she agrees as her sister comes out from the hallway.

“What’s going on?”

“Your sister is trying to lift things,” Nate tattles as he disappears into one of the bedrooms.

Maylie scowls at Ivy. “There’s a reason all these hulking men are here.”

She glances around at my club brothers. “I thought it was just for the eye candy.”

Nicky snorts as he passes her, holding a bedside table in his arms as if it weighs nothing.

“Please, don’t lift anything, and try to relax. The last thing we need is to end up in hospital because you’ve overdone it.”

Ivy’s hand rests on her baby bump. “I have no intention of putting my baby at risk, Maylie. You can relax.”

I leave Maylie to order the boys around, letting them know where to put stuff. I don’t give a fuck where anything goes. All I care about is having her in my space.

The guys help me get the furniture into the right places before they head off, then I walk Nicky and my brother to the door.

“Thanks for your help today,” I tell them.

“Anytime, you know that, brother,” Nicky says. “She’s a good girl. You should make it official around the table.Making her your old lady gives her better protection if things happen.”

And things are going to happen. It’s only a matter of time before Crank is removed from his seat and fuck knows what will go down. We both know how deep the club is drowning in shit.

He pats my shoulder. “I like her. She’s good for you.”

“Ain’t sure if he’s good for her, though,” my brother jokes.

I jab him in the side, earning a grin as he darts to avoid my hit. “Get the fuck out of here,” I fire back.

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