“Yes, he is.” I can’t see her, but I would bet good money that she’s blushing right about now.
She started seeing Nick about six months ago, and he isn’t going anywhere. She might not see it yet, but that man is head over heels in love with her.
“I’d better get off the phone, or I’m bound to hear some stuff I absolutely don’t want to hear,” I say, laughing.
“Shut up,” she groans. “It was one time, Abby. One time.”
“It’s still ingrained in my brain, girl… like a tattoo.”
I might have walked in on the two of them getting hot and heavy in the supply closet at the bar. I guess that closet is good for all kinds of things… secret hookupsandlove confessions.
“Well, get a removal,” she snaps.
I laugh even louder. She might not be my neighbor anymore, but I actually think we’re closer now. She is fully part of the friend group, and I see her all the time.
The guys have adopted her, kind of like a younger sister. I decided to rent out my old house instead of selling it, so the guys are always using the excuse to go over there and “check on something.”
Leah is usually what they want to check on, not anything at the house that the tenants might need fixed.
It’s adorable how much they care about her, and it speaks to who they all are. They might be rough and tough bikers, but they are three of the best men I have ever met. I love them more than life itself.
“I’ll get right on that and send you the bill,” I tell her.
“I’m so glad I called you,” she says sarcastically.
“I’m glad you did,” I say, serious this time. “Go live your life and be happy.”
We say our goodbyes and hang up.
“Who was that?” Wyatt asks as he and Kane walk over. Their tubes are tucked under their arms.
“Leah.” Their expressions narrow in with worry. “Six months.”
Wyatt cringes. “I guess it’s better than nothing.”
“It’s not enough,” Kane growls.
“No, it’s not,” I say.
“Nick won’t let anyone near her, though,” Wyatt says with a smirk.
“He told her that while I was talking to her,” I say.
“When is she going to realize how gone for her he is?” Wyatt asks.
“When the time’s right,” I say with a shrug. “It worked for us.”
“Fuck yeah, it did,” Wyatt says, bending down to smack a kiss on my lips.
“I still worry about her,” Kane says, looking out over the snowy field beside us.
Wyatt grabs my hand, helping me stand. I step in front of Kane, sliding my hands to either side of his face. “I know you do, but she’s in good hands.”
He lets out a breath, wrapping his arms around me. “It’s probably good I didn’t have a younger sister. I would have been overbearing as fuck.”
I want to say something about him being the same way with me, but I keep my mouth shut.
“What are you going to do if little nugget is a girl?” Wyatt asks, and Kane’s forehead falls to the tops of my head with a groan. “You’re going to be insufferable.”
