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Stop.
That’s not correct. They need you.
“Remy? You still with me?”
He grunted. “Yeah. Sorry.”
“So, anything I can help with?”
“Not really. I’m, uh, I’m bringing my girl out here this weekend to ride.”
“Yeah? Anyone I know?”
“Isabelle Ashley.”
Surprise filled Clint’s face. “She’s a sweet girl. I don’t know her well. For some reason, I always thought she’d end up with that Wilder guy.”
“She is with him,” he said bluntly. “She’s with me too.”
“Got it.”
There was no judgment on the other man’s face. Yeah, Clint was a good guy. The tension in Remy eased.
“Doesn’t she live with him?”
Clint was frowning as though trying to tap into his memory. But Remy got the idea that the guy had a mind like a steel trap. And that he knew more about Isa and Loki than he was letting on.
“Yep.”
“Can’t be easy being the odd man out.”
“I’m not,” he grumbled.
“No offense. Just meant because you’re here and they’re there. You know you’re welcome to have them out here anytime. Or to cut your hours if you need to commute back and forth some days. You already do the work of two men.”
Remy grunted. But secretly, he was glad for the offer. He would never object to spending more time with his girl. However, he also didn’t want to lose this job. He really liked working here.
And if he ever got to the stage of moving in with Loki and Isa, then he needed to be able to pay his way. No way was Loki supporting him.
He didn’t care how much money the other man had.
“Thanks,” he said to Clint.
Clint grinned. “No problem. I like our chats, Remy. Straight and to the point.” He wandered off with a wave.
What chats? They’d never had a chat before.
God . . . he didn’t intend for this to become a thing, did he?
* * *
Remy had just finished cleaningup his dishes from dinner when the phone rang. He liked to cook his own food and thankfully his cabin had a small kitchen.
He smiled as he saw it was Isa video calling. Her smiling face appeared on the screen and his fears instantly eased.
Yeah, sometimes he felt like he was on the outside, looking in. But they hadn’t made him feel that way. These feelings had started long before he’d met them. And it was his own fault. He’d pushed everyone away. Moved around so he didn’t have to settle down, didn’t have to make friends.
And now that he’d found a place he wanted to be . . . well, he guessed he was scared of losing that.
