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Dariel rises after laying me down. I grip his wrist before he can rise all the way and tug him back, kissing him on the lips. “Thank you for the bath.”

His eyes crease with amusement. “But not for the extra-curricular activities?”

I gape at him. “You have a sense of humor?”

“It’s drier than dust, but he used to,” Kade mutters as he strolls past my open door, still unapologetically naked as he scratches his hair. “Maybe you can breathe new life into the fossil.”

Aden laughs as he passes, but I’m still staring up into Dariel’s face. “I think I’d like to see more of this sense of humor.”

He nods gravely, dips his head, and kisses me before he focuses on Harley. “When you have a minute, we need to talk about which room you want.”

I don’t think Harley is the only one to blink in surprise.

“A room?” Harley echoes.

Dariel turns and stalks to the door, still naked, unabashedly so. I can’t help but notice and react to it. “We have a couple of spare rooms. If you want to make one of them yours, it’s yours.”

And then he leaves, closing the door softly behind him.

I stare at Harley, and he stares back.

“Does that mean he wants me to move in?” he asks, wide-eyed.

“And he called himself a prodigy,” Kade mutters from somewhere in the hallway. “Yes, we’re saying you can fucking move in.”

We’re suddenly grinning at each other.

“So, Jane.” Harley brushes the hair from my face. “Looks like I’ll be moving in. Do you think Kade will help me pack?”

CHAPTER 45

KADE

"Saige, do you want something from the store?" Aden calls out, hand on the door.

Saige is in the kitchen listening to Sam’s latest date with the cop. From what I’ve overheard Sam saying about how their date ended in the back of his car, and what he was doing to her in it, I hadn’t thought Detective Morgan had it in him.

I guess cops know how to have fun after all.

"Uh... mini marshmallows. I want to make cocoa tonight," she yells back. “Oh, and fresh dill. You said you’d show me how to make your homemade pickles.”

"Be right back." Aden closes the door, and we all, Dariel, Aden, Harley, and I, climb into Dariel's car.

"Do you think she suspects?" Aden asks, slamming his door shut.

I slide into the back seat beside him and slam mine as well. "It's a trip to the store. She doesn't suspect a damn thing."

"She might," Harley says, turning around from the passenger seat as Dariel starts up the engine. "Given that it’s taking all four of us to go pick up groceries."

It’s been over a week since Saige blasted Rylan into hell. No one has reported him missing. His attorney is no longer available to answer questions regarding Mr. Trevailer, probably around the time whatever money Rylan must’ve been paying him stopped. Our ‘friends’ are quiet. Greg is back from Germany and busy overseeing repairs at the Cerberus before we reopen in a couple of weeks. All is quiet, and all is well.

Leaving Saige at home to chat away with Sam seemed like the perfect time to deal with more unfinished business.

“She won’t.” I scowl at Harley. He might not be as much of a prick as I'd initially thought, but he has this habit of making me want to wrap my hands around his neck and squeeze.

Aden turns to me as Dariel drives us down our quiet road and toward the city. "Are you sure it's safe for me to—”

"You're good,” I interrupt. “And your wolf is good."

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