I pad into the guest room and slip on some clean clothes, then sweep my hair up in a knot. I forgo the coffee, and once I’ve grabbed my purse and keys, I walk out to my car.
It feels so damn good to have my car back.
And it runs like a dream as I drive into the downtown area and park it behind my restaurant. When I drove past, I saw a huge truck setting a dumpster in the parking spaces in front of it.
I didn’t order a dumpster. I didn’t have the foresight to eventhinkabout a dumpster.
I was still stuck onwhat the fuck am I going to do?
I mean, a huge part of me is grateful that I didn’t have to make that call myself, but the other part wants to know who the hell decided to do this without me.
Actually, I know who.
Brooks.
My controlling, protective man.
Wait, is hemyman? Ugh, I don’t know.
I stomp down the block and see that the front door stands open, and all four Blackwell men are inside, talking.
And what a sight to behold.The Blackwell brothers should come with a fucking health warning.
May Cause Vaginas to Spontaneously Combust.
“Ask her yourself,” Beckett says, staring at me, and the other three sets of eyes turn to me.
“What the hell is going on in here?” I ask, stepping inside, but I'm careful where I set my feet because most of the floor has already been torn apart. It’s a freaking war zone in here.
“Did you get my text?” Brooks asks me.
“Yeah, but it wasn’t very informative. First of all, how did you get in here?”
“I grabbed your keys,” he says with a nonchalant shrug.
“Fuck,” Blake says, rubbing his hand over the back of his neck. He looks …guilty.
“You stole my keys, came in here, and the four of you decided to start ripping my floor apart?”
“You needed to rip it apart anyway, you said it yourself,” Brooks says, the scowl I’ve come to know all too well back on his handsome face. “And I won’t have you doing it alone.”
I blink at him. “You won’thave medoing it?”
“You’re so dead,” Bridger mutters. “Idiot.”
“We’rehelping, Wildfire.”
“I didn’t ask for help.”
Now Brooks’s face falls, and I feel like an asshole.
“Okay.” I take a deep breath and wrinkle my nose.
“You should be wearing a mask in here,” Blake says, offering me one.
I take it, covering my nose but not hooking it to my ears, and then push my hand into Brooks’s, and he immediately links his fingers with mine, giving them a squeeze.
“Can I talk to you alone for a moment?” I ask him.
