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I liked that more than I could have expected.
“I’m up for the job,” I agreed.
“Good, because she’s hopeless with a coffee machine,” Traeger said, going back to his washing, then making a fresh pot. “That’s something you need to know about her.”
“Got it. Anything else?”
“She needs carbs when she’s stressed out. And you have to remind her that shecannotkeep trying to take Calatheas home. She can’t handle them. Then she gets sad when she kills them.”
“Hey, I’m standing right here,” Rue grumbled.
“And she never remembers to take her car in for an oil change.”
“I can handle that.”
“And she—”
“I’m going to go feed the tortoise,” Rue said, shooting us small eyes as she picked up the platter, then moved outside.
“You’re good for her,” Traeger said when she was gone. “But I was ready to shove you into my kiln for what you did to her.”
“Two murder threats in one morning,” I said, reaching for coffee mugs. “I must have a hell of a girl, huh?”
“You do. The best. But it seems like you already know that. But know… I will keep a kiln ready if I need to.”
“You should talk to Claudia. She’s got some good plans. The two of you could link up and make sure my body would never be found.”
“Good idea,” Traeger said, smile soft. “Her coffee is really not that hard to make. She just can’t get the hang of it. You will. Then you will be her daily hero.”
“That’s the plan,” I said, suddenly thinking about forevers. This time, with no secrets between us.
Rue - 7 Days
The shop was closed longer than expected, with Kylo and me just dropping in to care for plants here and there.
Part of it was the club still trying to clean up the power vacuum that Marco’s death created.
The other part was, well, that I was having too good of a time to sacrifice even an hour of it to work.
I loved my shop.
I needed the income from it.
But with a pending deal with Teddy, I didn’t have to worry so much about the daily sales reports. At least for the time being.
It allowed me more time to spend at the club and at Kylo’s house when we wanted more privacy.
We also had to rent a dumpster to clean out all the damaged items in my house. Then to my utter shock, Caymen volunteered to help fix up the place.
It turned out he wasn’t a bad guy. He was just fiercely protective of his brother and his club brothers. When I seemed like I could possibly be a threat to them, he was cold and unyielding.
Once everything came out, he’d shown me his kinder, softer side. Then apologized for his previous behavior by fixing up my house.
“I told you,” I said, walking into Kylo’s townhouse with grocery bags. I’d left him in the house as I went to visit my grandmother and run some errands. He had taken the time to hit the home improvement store and start painting the bare living room walls.
Aegean Blue.
It was everything I’d told him it would be the first time I’d visited his home.
