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Wrecker is standing there with his shoulder leaning against the doorjamb. “Sorry to interrupt,” he doesn’t sound sorry at all.

The smirk on his face tells me his tone is no accident and just how amusing he finds this. I glare at him while I stand up from the table and adjust the steel pipe length of my cock.

“You sound practically brimming with sincerity,” Lara huffs with a roll of her eyes, but amusement fills her words along the edges while her cheek pink so damn beautifully.

Wrecker chuckles and winks at my woman. When his gaze shifts to the table, his grin widens. “Did you make some decisions?”

Lara makes a sound of protest when I wrap an arm around her waist and tuck her into my side. She gives me some of her weight, and the trust in such a simple move makes my heart pound in my chest.

“All choices have been made,” I inform him with a decisive nod.

“Great. I’ll make sure everything gets ordered. If there are any issues with the supply or delivery, I’ll let you know. I don’t anticipate needing to adjust anything, but I never guarantee it because things can change.” Wrecker focuses on Lara. “How do you think everything is coming together?”

Her eyes glance over at where the blueprints and layout plans are still sitting and her eyes soften slightly. Maybe she’s starting to picture a future there, just like I am?

I fucking hope so; it would really help me out.

“It’ll be a beautiful home,” Lara admits, something heavy in her words.

We share a long look before we say goodbye to Wrecker, and I lead her out of the building. I’ll take her home and I’ll let her think. But I’ll be back in her bed tonight.

It’s the only place I want to be.

CHAPTER 23

LARA

A ringing phone pulls me out of sleep, and I tear one of my eyes open. It’s still dark outside and when I glance at the clock, I frown. Jettson stirs and reaches for his phone.

There’s just enough light coming from the hallway to see just enough. I always sleep with the door open, even if we have to close it for a while before any sleeping happens.

He doesn’t even open his eyes as he answers the call and grunts, his voice rough with sleep, “What? I’m sleeping next to my woman.”

I don’t hear what is said on the other side of the line, but he bolts upright in bed, his eyes open and completely awake. The movement startles me, but not enough for me to open both eyes. If things go well, I’ll be able to go back to sleep.

“What do you mean she’s gone?” His voice is tinged with anger even though I can tell he’s trying to keep his voice down.

Whether it’s for my benefit or Vanessa’s, I’m not sure.

“Right,” he growls and goes quiet for a long time. He glances at me and my heart clenches.

I know that look. I’ve gotten it so many times before.

Something has happened and Lola is behind the entire dust up.

Ah. There it is. The other shoe.

The worst part is that as of right now, I don’t even know what kind of shoe it is. Combat boot? A sneaker with a hole in the toe? Kitten heeled knee-high boot? The possibilities really are endless.

Just like whatever shit my sister has stirred up.

I’m sure this will be so much fun. I have no idea how I’m involved yet, but I know she’s roped me in somehow.

“Yeah,” he groans and rubs a hand over his face, “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

When he ends the call, his head hangs forward for a long moment. “I don’t have all the details,” his voice is strange, flat.

“Lola did something,” my words come out groggy and rough.