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But then Maker knew shit about Axe that no one else did because Maker made it his business to know shit about everyone that no one else knew.
Which was why the situation with Lizzie was driving him mad.
There were dots he should be connecting, but he couldn’t see how, so he kept making the best decisions he could with the information he had.
He’d even thought about bringing Gate’s boys Stash and Rooster in on it. Because Maker was good, but those brothers werelegendary.
And truth be known, if it weren’t for the creepers he’d spotted keeping eyes on Lizzie, Maker would be breathing a lot easier because with Axe well and truly gone, his vigilance over Smokey could finally relax a little.
Another reason Maker liked Ryder for his little sister. The brother wouldn’t let anybody fuck with her as long as he was around.
Maker hit his driveway and did the button press for the garage, which opened to reveal part of his car collection with an empty space left just for Lizzie’s ride.
He pulled over and pointed.
She parked and got out, hauling an overnight bag that Maker planned to turn into every thing she owned.
“Feels like your property value just went down, parking my rust bucket next to all that shiny paint and chrome,” Lizzie said, walking toward him.
Maker took the bag out of her hand, “You’re here now, which improves things a hell of a lot the way I see it.”
He led her around to the front door.
“So this is where you live?” she asked.
“Yeah, bought it some years ago. Made improvements here and there,” Make answered.
“Uh-huh,” Lizzie mumbled. “It’s really beautiful.”
“Just a house,” Maker said, opening the front door and leading her inside. “Kitchen first?”
Lizzie grinned, “How’d you know?”
So Maker took her through the great room, past his office, and the dining room, and into a kitchen that he’d never used much beyond making coffee in the mornings.
“Holyshit,” Lizzie breathed, taking in the space. “Do you know what I could do in here?”
“I’m really hoping to find out,” Maker admitted.
Lizzie crossed the expanse of tile floor to the double industrial refrigerators. “Please tell me this is stocked.” She opened the doors and found an explosion of color and texture. “It is!” she squealed. “You cook?” she asked over her shoulder.
“I called a delivery service today,” Maker said. “Before that, they’d been empty, except for beer.”
Lizzie laughed, “Kind of sorry I put up such a fight about staying here now.”
Maker nodded to the fridge, “Whatever it takes to convince you it’s a good idea.”
Lizzie’s smile dimmed, “Only for a while.”
Maker had different ideas about the longevity of their arrangement, but he wasn’t gonna cross that bridge with her just yet.
And then Lizzie turned her melted chocolate eyes on him, “Where do I sleep?”
And Maker’s intentions to let her have her space until they figured out who was after her and why dissolved like mist in the sunshine.
“With me,” he said.
Chapter Thirty-Four
