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Kaz grinned and caught Miles’s lips in a soft kiss. It was the kind of kiss that shook his world, the kind that seemed to consume his very soul with a simple press of lips. He wanted more of that. He wanted it for the rest of his life.
He pulled back with a teasing smile.
“Just you, me, and your sister.”
Miles groaned and pushed Kaz back a step, shaking his head at him, though there was a gleam in his eyes that Kaz loved to see.
“Come on, then,” Miles said and led the way to the entrance of Emma’s building.
Three grueling flights of stairs later, they stood in front of Emma’s open door. Miles walked inside ahead of him, and he followed him down a short hallway into a living room that had a bunch of furniture stacked in one corner. He put his helmet on the kitchen counter, taking Miles’s from him to place it next to his.
“Where is all of this going?” he asked, eyeing all of Emma’s furniture.
He already knew she was bringing her bed and wardrobe to switch out the ones she had at the clubhouse, but the rest? He had no idea where she expected her dining set and couch to go.
“Most of the furniture is going to my dads’ house,” Emma said as she walked out of what he assumed was her bedroom. She opened her arms to Miles, who hugged her. She glanced down at Miles’s jacket before looking over her brother’s shoulder at Kaz with a knowing smile.
“At some point, I’m probably going to get an apartment in New Freedom, but for now, my dads have room for my things,” Emma said as she stepped back from Miles’s embrace.
“Everything with a green label is going to the clubhouse,” Miles said, pointing at the dresser that did indeed have a small green label stuck on top of it. “Everything else is going to our dads.”
“We should probably move those things first,” Emma said, tapping her lips as she ran her gaze across her furniture. She paused her perusal to glance at Kaz and Miles. “Would you guys mind taking it?”
“I prefer not being shot,” Kaz said, raising a brow at her.
Emma’s forehead puckered in a frown, and she shook her head, saying, “You’re a King. My dad wouldn’t?”
“Pops would. If he knew,” Miles said with a shrug.
Their parents didn’t know about their past relationship or how terribly it ended, but he knew Miles’s dads would take one look at them and know they were together. He didn’t expect them to be happy about it.
Emma jerked her gaze onto her brother, her mouth opening and closing a few times before she let out a huff and said, “I hate that you’re right.”
Miles’s low chuckle sent goosebumps across Kaz’s arms.
He’d risk a bullet just to hear it again.
Emma groaned, then said, “Fine. I’ll get Em and Travis to drop it off.”
“Alright. Let’s start with the biggest things, then,” Miles said and took a step forward.
Flashing light had Kaz reaching for his gun on instinct, but Miles’s wide smile had him stilling.
“You know the rest of us can hear, right?” Miles called out, and not a second later, two men appeared in the living room doorway. Emmett and Travis. The two brothers looked much alike with their blue eyes, shaggy blond hair, and crooked smiles.
Miles walked toward them with open arms and hugged first Emmett and then Travis. Kaz watched, though his gaze lingeredon the shortest of the two men. He’d thought Travis looked serious when they first met, but something had darkened his eyes since then. Though he smiled as he signed to Miles, it looked forced. His brother, on the other hand, was all big smiles as he teased Miles, his gaze shooting toward Kaz while he very obviously talked about him.
It didn’t escape his attention that Emma had gone quiet and still at the brothers’ arrival. A quick glance her way had him meeting golden brown eyes shadowed with the same darkness he saw in Travis’s. As much as he wanted to blame it on something happening between the two of them, his instincts were screaming otherwise. That it was something worse.
He arched a brow at Emma, who shook her head. Later, then.
Miles and Emmett were signing, Emmett asking question after question about Kaz while Travis watched with a small smile on his lips. Kaz stepped up behind Miles and wrapped an arm around his middle, tugging the man back against him. Miles didn’t falter as he signed, but he felt the way the man melted against him.
He pressed a kiss to Miles’s cheek and kept his lips by his ear as he said, “Is he aware I know what he’s saying?”
Miles’s chuckle filled his heart with something soft and burning. Love. Happiness. Gratitude. He wanted to hear it again and again. He wanted to be the reason for it.
A snort had him looking up at Emmett, the man’s teasing smile telling him all he needed to know.
