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“Nope, none. Better than riding a bike,” Daniel mutters.

After going over a few things with his mom and setting up a cleaning appointment, I walk them to the front desk. Spotting Reeves, I tell the Rosenburgs goodbye and walk to his side.

“Hey, Reeves. How’s it going?” I ask.

“Hey, Aria. We have your place and your mother’s done. We’ll be here a couple of hours yet, though. How you doing after yesterday?” he questions.

“Honestly, I’m a little spooked. I’ll definitely be keeping my head on a swivel,” I admit.

“Good to hear. You can never be too careful.”

“Is Rex here somewhere?” I ask as nonchalantly as I can, and yet Reeves’ grin and sparkling eyes tell me I didn’t succeed.

“Are you saying your mate bond can’t tell if he’s nearby?” Reeves asks with humor in his tone.

“Mate bond? Don’t tell me the big bad biker reads paranormal romance books,” I return with my own grin.

“Don’t be judgy, Aria. It’s not a good look for you,” Reeves states while wagging a finger in front of my face.

“Oh my God! You do read them!” I crow louder than necessary.

“Hush it, woman! Nobody needs to know my dirty little secret!” Reeves chastises.

Leaning closer, I quietly admit, “I read them too. I’ve recently started reading MC books also.”

“They have MC books? Are the bikers big, burly, beautiful men like me?” Reeves asks and probably has no idea how much he sounds like Axel.

“Yes, some are just like you. Others are much humbler than you, though,” I answer with a laugh.

“When we’re done discussing Reeves’ lack of humility, can I have a word, Aria?” Rex asks from behind me.

I whirl, and a huge smile hits my face when I see him standing there. Nodding, I indicate that he should follow me. As soon as he enters my office, I shut the door and leap at him. Catching me mid-air, Rex pushes my back against the door, and his mouth crashes down on mine.

As warmth spreads through my body, I moan softly. The world, my job, my responsibilities all fade away as his lips make me wish for so much more. I need this man, and I need him in all the ways that are possible. He’s become such a large part of my world in such a short time. It’s kind of frightening. I’m all in and it feels right.

Sliding my hand through his hair, I actively participate in this moment. Using my other hand, I grip his hip and pull his body flush against mine in all the best places. Pulling his mouth from mine, I start to protest but don’t when his lips land on my neck. Nipping lightly, I jolt at the sensations he’s causing.

“Rex, please,” I whisper.

“Rex needs to stop whatever he’s doing because Chubs just arrived,” Reeves says from the other side of the door.

Rex pulls back immediately, and I feel the loss of his heat. Listening to Reeves’ laughter fading down the hallway, I sigh in frustration. The universe is against us. Turning to the door, I pull it open just in time for my brother Drew to walk through it. Food and drink in hand, of course.

“Hi. Saw the van and thought I’d stop to see where we’re at with the security systems,” Drew says before taking a large bite out of the caramel apple he’s holding.

“Where did you get a caramel apple this time of year?” Rex asks instead of answering.

“Ava. She makes them for me year-round. Said at least I’m eating my fruits each day. Hey, did you hear about her new coffee bar at the bakery now? She’s always only had regular coffee and none of the fancy stuff. Now, she’s finally embraced all the coffee add-ins, and I’m loving it. Stop by and check them out. She makes all the sauces and flavored creamers herself. I helped by taste testing, and she took my recommendations. She even—” Drew explains but gets cut off by me.

“Fine, I will. Great coffee, blah, blah, blah. Can you focus on something other than food for a few moments?” I ask sarcastically and only because he interrupted an especially hot moment.

Drew stares silently at me for a moment, then turns to Rex.

“Somebody seriously needs one of those coffees right about now.”

I stifle a laugh because I’m trying to be annoyed at him, but my brother is just too adorable to stay mad at for long.

“How’s Lucy?” I ask.

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