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“I’m so glad you’re okay,” he whispered.
Kian chuckled, patting Miles’s back.
“I’m glad you’re back.”
“So am I,” Miles said as he pulled away, grinning up at Kian.
Kian wrapped an arm around Miles’s shoulders, tugging him toward the clubhouse. He let go a second later, raising his hands with a goofy grin as he backed away.
Miles turned with a frown, heat rising to his cheeks when he saw the way Kaz was staring Kian down. Kaz met Miles’s gaze, and that look turned into something soft, that look he knew was only for him.
Kaz reached for him, and he let the man circle his waist to tug him against his side.
“Possessive asshole,” he muttered under his breath.
Kaz grinned at him. “You love it.”
He did. He so fucking did.
They walked into the clubhouse, the others following, and he quickly found Emma’s gaze, shaking his head when she winked at him. She was definitely okay.
They’d nearly made it to the stairs when Wilder stopped Kaz with a hand on his shoulder.
“We should expect retaliation,” Wilder said quietly.
Kaz’s jaw clenched tight as he gave a sharp nod. He grabbed Miles’s hand and tugged him toward the stairs. He followed, hisheart still beating wildly. Kaz remained silent as he led them up the stairs and down the hall to their room. He wasn’t sure if the clench in his chest was relief or not. Probably not.
Kaz opened the door and let Miles step into the room before he followed, closing the door with a quiet snick. Miles had his arms wrapped around Kaz the next second, his face buried in the man’s chest. He drew in a deep breath, his frenzied heart starting to settle when Kaz’s scent hit him. There was sweat and something tangy, like metal or gunpowder mixed in with Kaz’s scent, and it only made him hold on tighter.
He wasn’t sure how long they stood there, just that it was a while before he noticed Kaz was brushing his fingers through his hair, his other hand firmly pressed against the small of his back.
He pulled back just enough to meet Kaz’s gaze.
“Maybe you should… maybe you shouldn’t be staying here,” Kaz said, his voice raw and rough, the look in his eyes conflicted.
“What do you mean?” he asked, stepping back and letting his hands fall from Kaz’s body.
Kaz licked his lips, gaze moving around for a moment before settling on Miles’s face.
“I wouldn’t survive if something happened to you. Especially if I caused it.”
“No.”
Kaz’s brows jumped. “No?”
Miles shook his head, his voice stern as he repeated, “No.”
Hands snaked around his waist, pulling him against Kaz’s body. Kaz’s lips spread into that smirk he’d hated once. Now? It made his heart jump excitedly.
“I trust you. You have to trust me, too.”
“It’s not you I don’t trust,” Kaz muttered.
“You don’t think Dante will keep his word?”
Kaz shrugged. “Maybe he will, but the gang sure as hell won’t stay away. Wilder’s right. They’ll retaliate.”
Miles pressed his lips together, running through scenarios of what that might look like.
