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I eye the door. There’s no denying that it’s fucking gorgeous, but it looks like a lot more than I wanted to spend.

“Don’t worry about it.” He shrugs again.

Don’t worry about it?

“It’s a lot of money, Hash. More than I wanted to spend,” I admit as I watch Cain and Scotch rest the door up against the side of the house.

Normally, I would be embarrassed saying I can’t afford something, but I’m all out of fucks to give.

“What are we doing here?” Hash asks unexpectedly, making me turn my attention to him.

“Cleaning up my house…” I answer slowly, unsure of where he’s going with this.

“Right. I’m talking about you and me, baby doll. Are we doing this?” Hash asks, his green eyes staring into my soul.

“Doing what exactly?” I ask, slightly confused. I think I know where he’s going with this, but I need the words to come straight from his mouth.

“You and me.”

“Am I missing something here? We already have a kid together so, yeah, I’d say we’re doing this.”

“Then let me do my part. Things have moved pretty fast, and I haven’t had a chance to bring it up yet, but I don’t want you and my son sleeping under a roof without me. I know you worked hard for this place and made it yours, but it’d be appreciated if you let me make it ours.”

Holy shit.

Everything I’ve ever wanted is at my fingertips. All I need to do is reach out and let him take the lead.

“Okay.” I swallow. Hash’s eyes widened in surprise. “But if you and I are going to be a we,” I point between us, “we need to have a discussion before one of us just goes out and blows a bunch of money.” Hash opens his mouth to interject. “No.” I hold up my finger to silence him. He playfully leans down and nips at it, making me smile. “I understand money isn’t an issue for you, but it’s been an issue for me. I don’t want to blow everything we have saved. It’s okay not to buy the top-of-the-line thing every time. Okay?”

“Are you saying you don’t like the door?”

I playfully groan. “You know I love it. That’s not the point.”

Hash’s lip tips up as his arm wraps around the back of neck, pulling me in against his chest. “I know what you mean. I promise to sometimes talk about expensive purchases with you.”

“Sometimes?” I ask as I look up at him, my brow arching.

“Some stuff is nonnegotiable. Like the couch. I’m not parking my ass on an uncomfortable couch.”

I roll my eyes. “We can’t have that.”

Hash releases his hold on me. “Why don’t you see what we need to do in your room while I help the guys put this door in? Cormac’s room is good except that it needs a new door.”

Ugh, my room.

I blocked it from my brain because thinking about more than just the main living area of the house was enough to almost send me spiraling.

Growing up, I was a room child, which then transferred into adulthood even though I live alone. It’s my comfort space, and I can’t kick the habit of retreating there when I feel the need to chill out or take a break.

So yeah, knowing that my comfort space got trashed too made me a little bit more than upset.

“It’ll be okay,” Hash tells me, his voice low. “Remember, anything that’s fucked up can be replaced. You can’t be.”

“I know,” I say on an exhale.

Hash gives my shoulder a squeeze before placing a quick kiss on the top of my head before leaving to go help the guys. I grab a new trash bag and head down the hall, stopping in the doorway of my room.

It’s not as bad as I thought it was going to be.