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Seth scowled at her, then took Heavenly by the elbow. “It’s something we need to introduce you to, angel.”
“In good time.” Beck fisted the messy bun on top of her head and leaned in close to her ear. “I promise.”
The tiny lines between Heavenly’s brows deepened as she watched Dean, River, and the cross disappear inside the playroom. “Why not today?”
“We’ll talk about it when we get home, but now isn’t the time.”
“I know we’re busy helping the guys move, but—”
“That’s not it. This house isn’t that big, there’s a whole lot of people here, and… River?” Beck called down the hall. “Is the playroom soundproofed yet?”
“Haven’t had time.”
“That’s why.” Seth punctuated his reply with a tight smile. “Unless you want everyone to hear you scream.”
Heavenly’s eyes widened and her cheeks flushed pink. “We’ll wait until we get home.”
“Good choice,” Raine muttered.
Dean stopped short as he entered his bedroom. “Whoever hauled my dresser in, thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Beck and Seth replied in unison.
“I’m going to unpack my clothes from these boxes so I can move around in here. Holler if there’s anything else heavy that needs lugging.”
“Most of the truck is already unpacked,” River announced from the playroom. “Liam and Hammer are bringing in the sofa, and there’s not much left after that.”
“We’ll get your big-screen mounted,” Beck told the guys as he and Seth gathered near the pale gray wall in the living room to assemble the mount.
At the sounds of masculine grunts, River strode from the playroom. Beck followed the noise and found Liam and Hammer wrestling a long leather couch through the front door, right behind the recliner Jericho lugged in.
“Shit. Let me help you guys.” River rushed toward them.
“We got it, mate,” Liam assured. “But Pike might need a hand with your mattress.”
“On it.”
As River raced out the door, Liam and Hammer lowered the couch, centering it beneath a big picture window against the wall. Coupled with the tables, art, and other touches, the place was starting to look like a real home.
Hammer stood upright and stretched, then frowned when Liam glanced at his watch. “You keep checking the time. You got a hot date or something?”
“He’d better not, or I’ll bitch-slap a heifer into next week,” Raine threatened, pinning the Irishman with a fierce glare.
“There’ll be no need to bitch-slap anyone, love,” Liam stressed. “Just waiting for the storm…”
Since the skies were perfectly clear, he didn’t mean the weather.
“You’re serious. When?” Hammer shot him a dissecting stare.
“Not too much longer.” Liam glanced at the door.
“What do you see?” Raine asked pensively.
Beck wondered the same thing. Liam had called it trouble earlier. Honestly, Beck didn’t need more shit in his life. No one here did.
“Something you won’t believe until you see it with your own eyes. But you should be braced.”
“For what?” Raine demanded.
