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“I love you too.” She gives me that sweet smile that’s all mine.
She has a different smile for each of us. I’m not sure she’s aware of it. I’m pretty sure the other guys have noticed too, though.
“And I’m going to do my damnedest to be sure you’re really fucking tired and sore before those guys get home and get allhappywith you,” I tell her.
She starts to reply but I sweep her up into my arms and she gives a little shriek before she wraps her arm around my neck and I start up the steps.
CHAPTER 3
Dani
Crew carriesme up to his room and sets me on top of one of the many boxes still littering the space.
I laugh. "You have a lot to do here."
His eyes rake over me. "I wouldn't say you'rea lot. You’re just right, Dani girl."
I cross my arms and shake my head. Even though I know it's fairly ineffective with this man. "You're supposed towork. Don’t start that sexy sweet talk with me."
"It’s just stuff. It doesn’t really need to be unpacked."
"What about your clothes? Shouldn't those go in your dresser and closet at least? That’s such a great dresser."
He looks at me thoughtfully for a moment. Then crosses to one of the boxes labeled with his name, rips open the top, and dumps the contents on the floor. It’s a collection of T-shirts, shorts and socks. There doesn't seem to be any specific organization to what he threw in the box, though.
He scoops up an armful of T-shirts, turns and walks to his dresser, pulls open a drawer, and dumps them in.
He closes it and turns to look at me. "There. What do I get for doing that?"
I lift a brow, trying to look stern. I know it fails. I'm not really the stern type anyway, and this is Crew. No way can I be stern with him. He's my…sexy playmate. He's fun, and he can make me laugh no matter what's going on. Nathan makes me feel protected. Michael makes me feel adored. Crew makes me feelcomforted.
They’re all home to me in different ways. Crew is like putting on my softest, favorite pajamas, and vegging out in front of my favorite movie with my favorite snacks. I can't imagine ever actually being angry at him. Annoyed, maybe sometimes. But even then, I find him adorable.
Which is a problem because he knows it.
I give him a tiny frown and shake my head. "That's hardly anything. You don't get a reward for that. How aboutallthe boxes of clothes?"
He sighs as if he’s very put upon, goes over and scoops up the rest of the clothes then dumps them unceremoniously into another drawer.
Then he turns. "Lose the shirt."
I think about arguing with him, but then wonder why. I want to be naked with him. And he did at least unpack one box. I can tell Nathan that I was successful in getting one of Crew’s boxes emptied. So I strip my T-shirt over my head.
He gives me a little smirk. "I like how this is going so far."
"Do another box."
He crosses to another box, rips the strip of tape off the top and tosses it aside. He looks inside. Then he dumps it out. It's a bunch of miscellaneous knickknacks. There are some framed photos, some hockey pucks—of course—a baseball, and a couple of books.
He picks up as many things as he can carry, steps into his closet, and deposits them on the top shelf.
"Crew," I laugh. "Don’t you at least want your photos out where you can see them?"
He gives a very dramatic, teenage-girl-my-life-is-so-hard sigh, grabs the four framed photographs and sets them on top of his dresser. He turns, and says, "Bra."
I'm not surprised he chose my bra instead of my pants. We both know there's nothing under these pants and once those are gone, there will be no more play unpacking.
I reach back and unhook my bra and drop it onto the floor.
