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“Partly. After everything went wrong with my career, I wasn't much good company. Grim and Striker didn't seem to give a shit.”

I smile faintly.

“Striker does seem difficult to discourage.”

“Understatement of the century.”

“And Grim?”

“Gave me a place to belong when I wasn't looking for one.”

I think about the motorcycles surrounding us on the road.

The way those men responded to Grim without hesitation.

The way Vex joked while somebody dangerous followed us.

“They really are your family.”

“Yeah.”

He says it simply.

As if the answer has never been in doubt.

I rest my cheek against his chest again.

It's strange how much I envy that certainty.

I don't know how long I sleep, but when I wake, the room is dark except for the faint light slipping through the curtains.

Torch is still beside me, his arm resting around my waist.

For a moment, I don't move.

I've never slept in a man's arms before. I certainly didn't expect to like it this much, especially considering the man in question is stubborn, bossy, and quite possibly the worst romantic prospect I've ever encountered.

And I match people for a living.

I shift closer, letting my fingers drift across his chest.

His hand moves lazily along my back.

“Can't sleep, sweetheart?”

“Not anymore. You?”

He opens one eye.

“I was doing pretty well until a little wildfire started squirming against me.”

“That's unfortunate.”

“Yeah?”

“Because I'm thinking about kissing you again.”

His other eye opens.