Page 13 of Under the Radar

I wanted to kiss Hannah again.

And much more.

Fuck, Charly was right.

This was going to be complicated.

And yet, I wouldn’t want anyone else here with me.

* * *

In the morning, I asked the guys about helping me move Hannah’s possessions, and they agreed without hesitation. Maxx indicated the two larger trucks. “We’ll take both and get it done in one load. You just want it piled in the living room?”

“Yeah. We can move her bedroom stuff in once the walls dry. Then she wants to paint the living room.”

Maxx shared a look with Stefano, who chuckled. “She works fast. Charly didn’t paint for at least a month,” he stated dryly.

I laughed at his ribbing. “Whatever. Gotta make sure my investment is looked after.”

He rolled his eyes. “Whatever, kid. We’ll go around two. I’m booked until then.”

Dom looked up from a motorcycle he was working on. “I’ll come with. The boys can watch the shop. I can help on the weekend too if needed.”

“That would be great.”

Stefano grinned. “Brett wants me to update him on the house happenings while he is gone.”

“You got him to the airport okay?” Maxx asked.

He rubbed his chin. “Ass-crack of dawn, yeah. He was pretty excited. Kelly was a little more laid-back, but she’s traveled more than he has. It was good to see him happy, even if we’re gonna miss him around here.”

“I’m stoked for him. He deserves to be happy. Travel.”

“I agree.”

“Okay, let’s get at this so we can help Chase this afternoon.”

I clapped my hands. “Let’s go then, boys. I got a lady to impress.”

That made them all laugh.

* * *

Later, we loaded up the contents of the storage locker for Hannah. It was neat and organized, something I had already discovered about her. With four of us, it was fast work, and it all fit in the trucks easily. At the house, we carried everything in, Hannah excited and looking prettier than ever. She’d greeted us at the door, her eyes shining.

“I have coffee!” she exclaimed. “And I made cookies!”

The guys all smiled in appreciation and accepted the mugs of coffee happily. The cookies were still warm and filled with chocolate chips. My favorite. The guys were pleasant and polite, all grinning when she insisted she would make them lunch one day and send it to the garage to say thanks. None of them turned it down—not when it was food. They teased me a little about the house, saying it was a good thing Hannah was already increasing the value of my sudden purchase with her improvements. I ignored them.

I stood when we finished our treat and indicated the piles in the living room. “I’ll help you sort that when I get home,” I said, pausing at the front door. She had been effusive with her thanks to everyone, and they were all grinning with the bags of cookies she’d shoved into their hands.

“Great.”

I was shocked when she kissed my cheek again. “Thanks again, Chase.”

She called out to me as I got to the truck. “Have a good afternoon! I’ll see you later when you get home.”

It hit me. She’d be there tonight. Tomorrow. All the time.