“Not Bishop?” Asher asks with a smirk.
Crew shakes his head. “No, he seems to be the calm in her storm throughout this pregnancy, which is why we’re keeping him close to home as much as possible. He’s the only one of us without a short fuse, and despite all being good in high-pressure situations, it seems that doesn’t extend to our wife and child.”
“The perks of having so many people in one relationship.” I chuckle.
“You know it.” He laughs. “Take all the time you need to take care of this situation, and let us know if there’s anything else you need. Jeffrey Malone has always been a thorn in our side, and I will not miss him when he’s gone.”
“We appreciate the help.”
“I’ll put you guys down for babysitting duties once the baby comes as payment.” He smirks, and I can’t help but laugh.
A lot has changed since we were broke kids on the wrong side of the tracks, but one thing hasn’t, and that’s that we’ll always have each other’s backs.
CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
HANNAH
Ihaven’t been able to stop thinking about what Camilla said since they left, and maybe that’s just what I needed. I needed someone who knew better than I did to tell me that everything would be okay once I let go of my reservations about being in a relationship with more than one man.
The guys have been upstairs most of the day working, and I’ve taken the opportunity to unpack some of the boxes the moving company dropped off last week.
The cat statue I picked up at the flea market with Asher when we first started dating now sits on the coffee table beside a stack of books I used to decorate my apartment with.
Beneath the TV, I’ve lined up the few photos I’ve always kept around, including the one of Rowan and me the weekend we met and a couple of Asher and me early in our relationship.
I take a step back to check the positions and run straight into a hard body.
Tattooed arms wrap around my waist, holding me in place so they can rest their chin on the top of my head.
“You’re unpacking,” Asher murmurs.
“The boxes were beginning to get to me,” I admit.
“And maybe you’re accepting that this is where you belong?” he asks hopefully.
“Maybe.” I bite my lip to hold my smile at bay. Being with Asher has always come as easily as breathing.
He gets me in a way no one else ever has.
“Do you need help?”
I shake my head. “No, I think I’m done for today.”
“I just ordered us some pizza. We’re low on groceries, but I’ll have some delivered tomorrow.”
I frown. “We can’t just go out and get them?”
Asher is quiet for a beat, and my stomach flips at his hesitation. “After what happened last night, Rowan thinks it’s best we keep it close to home for a few days.”
I press my eyes closed and drag in a deep breath. I wish I could say it’s an overexaggeration, but at this point, I’m not sure what my grandfather is capable of.
Would I like to think he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me? Of course. But after last night, I wouldn’t put it past him to do something rash, especially when he’s not getting the response from me that he wants.
“Okay,” I whisper.
“It won’t always be like this, Han. This is all just temporary.”
I nod, but how can he possibly know that? We have no way of knowing what his plans are or how far he’s willing to go to get what he wants.
