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“Asked . . . told . . . she still wouldn’t do it.” And he didn’t like that. He wanted her under his roof where he could keep a close eye on her. She’d insisted on going home to her apartment this morning.
He wanted to know that she was safe in his apartment.
“Yeah, I kind of get why she thinks it’s too soon, brother,” Tyler told him. “You’ve only just reconnected with her.”
“And you never really liked her that much before,” Clay said.
“She told me she loved me.”
The room went silent.
“Whoa,” Tyler said. “She’s a brave woman, loving you.”
Travis glowered at him. “Why? I’m lovable.”
“Sure you are, you big lovable hugabug,” Tyler told him.
“Don’t call me that or I will rearrange your insides,” Travis snarled.
“Yep, totally lovable,” Clay said with a grin.
Exactly.
“She was mine, I’d move her in with me,” Rusty said. “And I’d have her wear a tracker.”
That’s what he thought. He added it to his cart and paid extra for fast shipping before sitting back and glancing around at his brothers. “Now, where’s Jace?”
“Who cares about Jace?” Clay said, bouncing around the room. “You’re famous.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” he grumbled.
Clay grabbed his keyboard and typed something in. Up came some photos of him and Caren. They were taken at the exhibition the other night.
What the fuck?
“Who took those?” he grumbled.
They were staring at each other. Caren was smiling while he appeared . . . intense. The photos looked like they had been taken from a distance and zoomed in. There were three different photos and in each of them he was staring at her hungrily.
Holy shit.
“Looks like someone took these at a distance,” Rusty commented.
“But who the fuck would want photos of us?” he asked.
“Turns out that Caren has some rabid fans,” Clay said. “And they’re very interested in her love life. And now they’re very interested in you. She’s like a mystery to them. Hardly anyone ever sees her yet she takes these poignant, amazing photos. Plus, she’s gorgeous and apparently, she also donates a lot of money to charities.”
He shook his head. She constantly amazed him. Just when it seemed like he knew her, he learned something different.
Something else occurred to him.
“How often has she had photos posted of her online in the last year?” he asked.
“Umm. I don’t know. Let me check,” Clay said as he started to type more things into the computer.
Travis got up and started pacing back and forth.
“What is it?” Rusty asked.
