“Because if you don’t, I’ll fucking make you. With your freakin’ eyelid as I shove your face into the damn ground,” Boone snarled. “Don’t litter in my yard. In fact, don’t litter at all.”
Kurt rolled his eyes. “So dramatic.”
“So not kidding, either.” Boone took a threatening step forward.
Kurt threw up his hands and walked down his porch steps in…underwear.
He was in nothing but underwear.
Dirty underwear with holes in them, at that.
We all watched as he picked up the cigarette butt and tossed it into the overflowing trash can next to his front porch.
“Ten bucks says that’ll light up the entire can,” Boone muttered as he turned to me. “Glad to see you alive, girl.”
I shrugged. “Glad to be alive.”
Boone studied me for a long moment before saying, “Your door’s nice and fixed.”
I looked behind me to find…
“Is that a brand-new door?”
“Painted it,” Creed muttered. “Too fucked up to not replace all the siding around it. It needed painting.”
“Oh,” I breathed.
“Shouldn’t you be in the truck already? Didn’t you just get out of the hospital?”
I turned to find Huxley calling out from down the road.
“Yes, sir,” I called out, then muttered under my breath. “There’s a lot of testosterone choking the air right now.”
“You said it,” Charleigh concurred. “I’ll visit you tomorrow. If you need anything from your house, let me know. But I think I got everything when I came by this morning.”
Charleigh stayed behind to talk to Hux and Boone.
Meanwhile, Creed deposited me in his truck and then rounded the front to hop inside.
“I figured we’d go get a bite to eat before the storm hits,” he said. “I’m off for the next week. Major’s covering my area.”
Before I could say that I was fine, that I could eat something at his place, he was backing out of my drive and talking about the diner.
I opened my mouth to argue, but he spoke over me, talking and talking and talking.
He spoke about his sister.
He spoke about her coming back to Montana.
He spoke about the club.
He spoke about his work.
He spoke about his entire freakin’ life, and by the time we ended up at the diner sitting in the parking lot for a solid half hour as he chattered on and on, it was cemented deep into my soul.
I was one hundred percent, irrevocably, romance novel worthy, in love with this man.
He was the one. He would be the only.
