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“Then, I get a dog. It’s in my blood,” Reagan replied.

And like that, our little part of the world was back to normal. Thank God for the resilience of children. They could teach adults a lot about handling the bumps life places in the road.

Chapter Seven

Keg

Making my way fromthe bedroom to the kitchen and finding the coffee pot ready just waiting for me to push the button was definitely something I could get used to. Thanks to my brothers’ ol’ ladies who showed up while we were moving my stuff.

The move from my apartment to the house was done in a few hours, and though I was thankful for the help from my brothers, we were men, not decorators. Informed of that fact by the ol’ ladies when Pinch and Crank dropped the couch in the wrong spot.

Between Katie, Charlie, Macy, and Tink, my boxes were unpacked, the kitchen was put together—and my brothers and I schooled on the importance of the furniture being placed correctly to bring a room together. I laughed, and so did the others only to receive glares that would’ve silenced the most seasoned badass.

The women hadn’t seemed to care that my household possessions consisted of a bedroom set, a couch, two tables, a recliner, a couple lamps, and basic kitchen items that allowed me to cook a meal. Clothes and personal items finished off the boxes we’d toted into the house. The most expensive items in my belongings, a seventy-two-inch television, a surround sound system, and the gaming console to keep me entertained when alone.

When the women made a list of items I needed now—not when I got around to buying them—I gladly pulled out my credit card and handed it over with, “Grab whatever you think I need.”

My dad walked by carrying a box and shook his head as Charlie snatched the card from my hand. And Moose, Hawk, Smoke, and Fire laughed when the women left chattering about what they would do with my house if it were theirs.

When I asked my brothers, “What the hell is so funny?” They’d laughed harder.

“So much for having a brother’s back. The bastards had known,” I said out loud as I looked down at the receipt on the counter and wondered how four women could do that much damage to a man’s bank account in two hours. Then, I turned my head toward the living room where throw pillows laid on my couch, positioned just so. They were only a few of the many items the women had returned with. My bed had new sheets, the bathroom off my bedroom and the half bath in the hall now had matching rugs and towels.

Reaching for a coffee cup in the cabinet beside the sink, because all dishes and glasses needed to be close to the dishwasher that was underneath the counter right below said cabinet. Pulling open the drawer next to the dishwasher to grab a spoon, I rolled my eyes.

Who the fuck cares about a utensil holder thing? But I had one.

“That was a pricey lesson,” I said out loud and grabbed my coffee and headed to my bedroom. I needed to get cleaned up. Answers waited for me.

Showered and dressed, I walked out of the bedroom to the sound of my cell ringing. I’d left it on the kitchen bar and hurried to grab it. Not taking the time to look at who was calling, I swiped the screen.

“Keg,” I said as I answered.

“I hope so since it was your number I dialed.”

“Am I supposed to know you?” I grinned in preparation for the reply.

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