Page 88 of Knight Life In Vegas

“You’d let it be in my name?”

“It’s your home. I want you to have security. Speaking of, I’ll open a pack account for us and put some money in there for you and the boys to use for whatever you want, and a separate college fund, too, so you don’t have to touch it for daily necessities.”

Warmth filled me from head to toe. I didn’t technicallyneedhis money to get by, but I loved that he was so willing to share it. Andrew had put me on allowances after convincing me to give up my work, and I didn’t want to go back to that restriction.

“How soon would you want to move in?” Francisco asked.

“I’m not sure how long it would take me to pack, or for Carmen and her mates to move out.”

“The place they want is empty,” said Eduardo. “So as soon as you want to be here, you can be.”

“I’ll cover movers for them and us,” Beau added. “We can hire the sort that packs and unpacks for you so there’s no extra work on your plate except separating out anything you don’t want them handling.”

This was all moving so quickly, but oddly enough, I wasn’t scared.

It felt right, like I was meant to be here, and it would be good for the boys to have their own rooms again. We deserved space to breathe, and we had passed a park only a couple of minutes before arriving so they would have somewhere to truly stretch their legs. As a bonus, it wasn’t more than five minutes further from Ava than we were now.

“Let’s do it.”

I hugged each of them in turn, nerves jumping in my stomach. Moving to be so close to my other matches and working with them definitely put me at a higher risk for falling for them more than I already had, but the move made sense. Fingers crossed it would be exactly what we all needed.

Our mate was bonded.

I waited for the jealousy, but it didn’t come.

Anyone with eyes could see that Beau didn’t really want to leave her. Trying to protect himself—and her, eventually—was a noble pursuit, but still bullshit, in my opinion. He cared about Charlotte, and that just made me like him. I totally understood him being scared. Hell, if it was me in his shoes, having alreadylost a partner? I’d have probably chickened out the hot second I realized Charlotte was a match. But he was still here, and I respected that.

The magic of money was seriously impressive to get our dreams moving forward. Beau managed everything with a frankly terrifying efficiency: He paid for movers foreveryone—both Charlotte and her kids, and our neighbors—handled the lease with an upfront payment to smooth the landlord’s ruffled feathers, and even arranged a pack suite at a hotel for Carmen and her pack so they could all be comfortably out of the way during the move, and so cleaners could scrub Charlotte’s new home top to bottom. At least twenty people moved in and out of the suite neighboring ours the whole next day, cleaning, painting, and organizing.

I wasn’t entirely sure what to do with myself. Our original plan had involved us helping to move Charlotte out of her old place and into this one, but with Beau’s dollars at the wheel, it wasn’t needed.

“I can’t believe she’s only gonna be a wall away,” said Dylan, bouncing on his toes. “Do you think she’ll let us sleep over?”

“Maybe, but she’ll probably want a night or two to herself.”

Dylan pouted.

“We’ll have plenty of time to woo her and show her we’re the pack she needs once she gets settled. You know we can’t rush things with her.”

“Full speed is the only speed I have,” Dylan lamented.

“Sorry, but you’re gonna have to learn to pump the brakes.”

Eduardo joined us, a cup of coffee in his hands, standing in the halls to survey all the people turning Charlotte’s new apartment into a comfortable home. “What must it be like to have so much money you can make this happen in a blink?”

“I think it would be weird.” I shrugged. “Didn’t sound like Beau had much to spend his money on. He’s probably like a kid in a fucking candy store, getting to dump all this on Charlotte.”

Eduardo hummed thoughtfully. “That makes sense.”

I risked a peek inside. A huge team of cleaners had already been in, polishing every inch until it gleamed. New beds had been set up in every room, a pack-sized bed in Charlotte’s new nest and castle beds in each of the boys’ rooms. What I presumed to be Beau’s room had only an alpha-sized twin tucked against one wall, the rest of the space occupied by an office setup.

“Think it’s a good sign he’s making himself at home?”

“Do you think he’ll stay if he does?” Eduardo asked.

“I think there’s no true escape from the gravity of Charlotte. We couldn’t stay away from her either if we tried. He can tell himself all he wants that he’s going to leave, but I have my doubts.”

“Don’t say that out loud around him,” Dylan laughed. “He sounds very committed to his plan.”

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