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“Oh. My. God!” I jumped, grabbing his shoulders. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?!”
“It’s a lame-ass fridge.” He shrugged.
“Not any lame-ass fridge.Mylame-ass fridge! Come on!” I took off. “Wait. Maybe you should hang back in case Harris is murdery.”
“You don’t want me there?” he asked, looking dejected.
Ah, fuck it. He could hide behind me until we knew Harris wasn’t gonna kill us. “Damn right I do. You’re the thief who accomplished this! Let’s go!” I dragged him along.
When we got to the yard, Harris buttoned his suit jacket that was a few sizes too big and glared at Nate on the front porch.
“Mr. Sawyer,” he greeted him. “I believe we had a… deal.”
Nate was sexy when he was negotiating with shady criminals. All for my fridge. So hot. Evan gagged beside me while I eye-fucked him.
“So gross.”
“Yeah, whatever. Wait until you find your person.” I shoved him behind me and dragged him along. “That for me, Harris?!”
His goons unloaded the thing, adding another dent or two. Nate stood to protect the kid with me, but Harris just breathed through his nose. He had one of those names that was a little bit feared but mostly respected. Sure, he wore tracksuits and giant jackets, donned those yellow aviators, and looked like a lowlife with a touch of authority, but at his base, he seemed like a businessman just making do with the hand he’d been dealt. He turned it into something that worked for him, and I respected him the tiniest bit for giving me the heads up about Mom going to him.
“Where are my glasses?” he asked.
Nate had them in his hand, but he didn’t pass them over. “I looked at them. They’re cheap. Not even some ritzy brand. Why are they so important to you?”
Harris looked at the two of us and tried to get a peek at Evan. Vulnerability flashed in his eyes, but he breathed it out like fire. “If you must know, they belonged to my, uh,” he choked, “son. Who passed away. Cancer. Didn’t get good enough care. So, please—”
“Say no more,” Nate cut in, handing Harris his unharmed shades. God, we were assholes. “Sorry,” he mumbled.
Harris fondly placed them into a sunglasses case before tucking them into his pocket. “I admire your negotiation skills, but after this, I really do hope we part ways to never meet again.” He nodded. “But you,” he said to Evan. “You ever need work as a pickpocket, you come to—”
“Nope.” Nate covered Evan’s ears. “You wanna scare his dad, go for it, but leave him outta it.”
“Who is your dad?”
Evan didn’t answer, but he looked like he wanted to. “Brad Voreneau,” I said. “Feel free to rough him up a bit, too.”
“He do that to ya?” Harris asked, nodding at Evan’s lip and eye. Evan nodded in Nate’s hold, but that was it. Harris gave him a small smile. “Pleasure. The cash?”
Nate slapped some bills on his palm.
“You’re short. About a hundred bucks.”
“Oops.”
Breathing more fire, Harris waited in the truck until my new fridge was installed and they took the old one to sell to make up the difference.
“Happy ‘dreams come true’ day, Xav,” Nate said to me, smiling with Evan between us.
“Ew.” He shoved away and went to admire my fridge from the doorway.
“Nate.” I tugged on his shirt and brought him against my chest. I grabbed his hand and twined our fingers. “Thank you. For making all my dreams come true. This.” I looked at the new trailer we lived in. “These.” I held up my wrist with my new bracelets. “The fridge. And most of all, you.” I pressed my lips to his and simply breathed him in. “I love you, daredevil.”
He kissed me back and hugged me tight. “You’re my dream too, Xav.” He tugged on my hand. “Come on. Let’s go fill water glasses until the ice maker is done!”
“Fuck yes! I wanna video it for Karen!”
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