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Jazz has been staying with me every night since the Lucas incident. She didn’t even argue when I suggested—okay, maybe demanded—it. We went back once to retrieve her things, and haven’t returned since.
“When’s move-in day, dawg?” Bentley takes a giant bite from his slice of pizza.
“Just over three weeks from now.”
Bentley’s brows draw together. “Why sho long? I fwought you were able to get cash out of your trush fund.”
“Jesus, dude. Is it that hard to wait until you’ve finished chewing?”
He chews a couple of more times before swallowing. “Fine. Why so long? Is that better?”
I shrug. “The people I bought it from needed time to pack up, so I agreed to rent it out to them for a month.”
Ainsley bumps Jazz’s shoulder to get her attention. “Are you excited, Jazz?”
Jazz smiles when her mocha eyes find mine. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to this feeling. When she looks at me like that, like she’s truly happy—that I’m responsible for that—I feel like the luckiest bastard on earth.
She nods. “Belle is too. She thinks it’s super cool she gets her own room, even though she doesn’t live with us. Hopefully, that will change one day in the near future. Kingston’s going to order this beautiful princess bed and surprise her with it.”
Whoever thought I’d be buying frilly little girl shit? I’m glad Jazz is finally loosening up on allowing me to spend money on her. Granted, she won’t let me go overboard like I want to, but she is getting better at accepting gifts. Especially when they involve her sister. Leave it to me to fall for the one woman who has no interest in my fortune. Go figure.
I pull my stubborn girl into my side and kiss her temple.
Ainsley places an open palm against her chest. “Aw, that’s so sweet. Look at you two—all domesticated and shacking up. I can’t wait to be roomies!”
I give her the stink eye. “It’s not much different than it is now. Jazz is with me every day already, and you’re in here at least twice as much as the main house.”
“True.” She points a stern finger at us. “But I’d like to set a rule for no sex on the couch. Or anywhere out in the open. I don’t need to accidentally walk in on you two getting freaky.”
“On second thought, maybe you should get your own place,” I deadpan.
“Haha, funny guy.” My sister yawns. “So, when are you going to order my pretty princess bed?”
I scoff. “If you want a princess bed, knock yourself out. You have plenty of money to buy your own shit.”
“Yeah, but it’s much more fun when someone else buys me shit.” Ainsley stands up and extends her hand to Reed. “And on that note, I’m out. Madame Rochelle was brutal tonight. I’m beat. You coming, Reed?”
“If you’re cool with that,” Reed answers.
Ainsley rolls her eyes. “Duh.”
Reed raises a hand as they’re walking out the door. “Later, guys.”
“Later,” Jazz, Bentley, and I say in unison.
“I guess that’s my cue to take off, too.” Bentley rises from the couch and heads for the door. “I’ll let you two kiddos get to the wholesome part of your evening. Have fun! Don’t do anything I would do.”
Jazz laughs. “Night, Bent.”
“Night, baby girl.” He winks before blowing me a kiss. “Sweet dreams, sugar lips.”
I flip him off in reply.
When it’s finally just the two of us, I wrap my arms around Jazz’s back and pull her into me. “You feel like getting started on those wholesome activities? I’ve got chess, or Sudoku, or Monopoly, or—”
“Shut up and kiss me, you jackass.”
I give her an exaggerated sigh. “I suppose we can do that too. If I have to.”
