I make a mental note to maybe mention it to Meek. Not to force Rain into this woman’s life or anything, but out of simple curiosity. What happened to her?
“Find anything else?” Rain asks, taking a deep breath.
“Underwear, but I decided to not touch that drawer until I have a pair of gloves,” I quip, trying to lighten the mood.
The corners of her mouth tip up. “What? Are you afraid they are dirty?”
I scoff. “No, but a man should never touch another dude’s underwear.”
She laughs softly, shaking her head as she looks around the room.
“I can’t tell if we are making this better or worse,” she says after a minute.
I look around and wince. The room looks like a tornado went through it.
“I could go grab a couple of trash bags to bag up all of this.”
Rain nods. “I would appreciate it.”
I squeeze her hip and head to the kitchen. Under the sink, I find the box of trash bags and grab it.
“Got it,” I say, holding them up.
“Thanks. Your phone dinged while you were away.”
I walk over to where it sits on the dresser and see it’s the group chat with the brothers.
“Are you going to respond?” she asks when I turn back to her.
I shake my head. “They can wait.”
She gives me a curious look but moves closer to me. I resist the urge to pull her in and kiss her. I know I could if I wanted to, but it seems disrespectful while I stand in Mustang’s room.
We each grab a bag and start shoving the clothes from the floor into it. Before I know it, we have three bags stacked next to the door waiting to be taken to either the trash or donations.
“I don’t even know if I have that many clothes, period,” I say, making her laugh.
“I told you, the man didn’t like getting rid of anything.” She looks around the room once more.
“What next?” I ask her, squeezing her shoulder.
“Could you take the trash out to the cans in the garage? Tomorrow is trash day, so we can pull it out to the curb. I’ll grab another bag and empty out his underwear drawer so you don’t have to.”
“I appreciate it.” I tease, making her giggle.
I’m glad she isn’t hung up on finding the ring, that she seems to have bounced back from the shock.
Five minutes later, I rejoin her, watching as she takes in the room.
“What do you want for dinner tonight?” I ask.
Rain smiles, coming over to me as she wraps her arms around my center. “Have I told you that I love that you cook?”
“I don’t think you have,” I say as pride rushes through me.
My mind gets caught on that one little word too. Love.
I know I love her, but to hear it come from her mouth means something more.
