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Maybe it’s time to find himself somewhere a little more permanent. Blackrock is great and all, but it’s a little claustrophobic. He needs space. He can certainly afford a house with some land on the coast. Enough room for Jove and maybe an art studio for Chloe too.
He shakes his head and turns up the speed. He’s been with her two months and is already thinking about living with her. A month is a record for him. Not once had he ever considered staying with someone for a few months. Living with someone is a whole new thing for him and something he didn’t think he’d ever want. Not until meeting her.
It’s not the right time to even go there with her though. He needs to put some more sober months behind him first. Hell, a week staying sober would be a great start. Prove to her he can be the man she deserves – not just a recovering addict one fuck up away from throwing it all away again.
∞
He keeps to the shadows behind the truck for another few minutes just to be safe. He peers around the truck but can’t see any life inside the house.
That was too close.
It’s three in the morning. The bastard should have been in bed, not wandering around the house. With Tate out of sight, he pushes the button on the remote and the truck lights flash again. He holds his position and his breath, but Tate doesn’t come back to the window.
Moving painfully slow, he gets to his feet and opens passenger door. The interior of the cab lights up and he quickly looks at the house again. Still nothing.
He pulls the package from his pocket and stuffs it into the bottom of the glove box, covering it with the papers and other bits and pieces. He closes the truck door as quietly as he can then locks it again.
The temptation to leave an impressive dent in the door or to scratch the pristine paintwork is difficult to ignore but being reckless and emotional at this stage would undo all his hard work. Besides, if he damaged the truck Tate would know someone had been here.
So instead, he turns away and keys in the code to the gate, making sure to close them again after him. He pulls off his gloves and smiles to himself as he walks back to his car.
He’s so looking forward to making a phone call in the morning.
27
Chloe stretches herlegs out on the sand and takes a long breath. Life is pretty great at the moment. She woke up this morning with Tate beside her and she honestly can’t think of a better way to start the day. After saying good morning to her in his own special way, he’d treated her to breakfast in bed before dropping her home.
Until she meets her sister for lunch, it’s just her, a sketch pad, and a stretch of beach. At least this time she has permission from the owners to be here. It took longer than it should have to realise that Tate bought the surrounding farmland for his parents which meant in a roundabout way, it’s his beach.
She pulls her phone out and checks the screen. As soon as she sees Gregg’s name the dread settles like a weight on her shoulders.
‘What’s wrong?’
‘Where are you?’ he asks.
‘On the beach.’
