Page 109 of Intertwined Souls

Glancing at the guys, I shrug, and we all say yes.

He peers back through the doorway he came from and then says, “Okay, so Atlas and I were just out checking out some properties and pieces of land.” His smile gets impossibly wider. “We are looking into buying over here, but we want to get Brielle’s dream home. Since that’s hard to find, we’re thinking about getting land and having it built.”

“Are you serious?” I almost squeal.

“Yes, yes. But hush.” He laughs. “We aren’t going to tell her about it. We still have—let’s just say steps to take with her before offering her the house of her dreams. So, keep it quiet. Right now, it’s just looking at options, but we did find a realtor to help us. Atlas was finishing up with her when I left.”

“That’s so fucking amazing,” I tell him as I get up to hug him.

“Sugar works a lot of construction and has plenty of connections. He’s who coordinates all the houses we will put on the property here. Maybe you could chat with him,” Grayson suggests.

“Yeah?” Linc’s eyes light up as he looks at Grayson.

He nods. “Yeah. I can also help with finding anything, or I don’t know, just if you need any tech help.” He shrugs nervously.

“Thank you. That would be amazing,” Linc says with a grin.

Tears gather in the corners of my eyes, but I blink them away as I watch Grayson openly accept him and offer some kind of relationship to him in his own way. Protecting and opening his heart up to Lincoln all at once.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Ryker

Harley heads up to check on Oakley and Bri, while Cade disappears, and I walk with Grayson back to the tech room. When we get to the door, he turns towards me.

“You know you didn’t have to walk me over here,” he chuckles nervously.

I smile at him. “I know, but I wanted to. Don’t work too hard. If you need breaks, take them. Or if you need help, let me know,” I tell him, worried he’s going to end up pushing himself to the point of burning out.

“I will. Thank you for being worried,” he says quietly, not fully meeting my eyes.

Unable to stop myself, I take a step forward so he is pushed back against the door and put a finger under his chin so he raises his eyes to meet mine. Grayson is an inch or two taller than me, so when his head tilts back up, our eyes are almost at the same level.

My gaze roams over his face. His flushed cheeks and lips that are parted just slightly as he is breathing grows uneven.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” I murmur, my own heart pounding.

Grayson gasps softly, and I make my move to press my mouth against his. His lips are firmer and different from Harley’s, but they feel right against mine.

He feels right. Especially when his hands grip my sides firmly and he makes a sound at the back of his throat when my tongue runs along his bottom lip and I pull back just enough to rest our foreheads together.

My hand that is cradling his cheek moves to the back of his neck, and I squeeze it gently as we both inhale, letting it out slowly.

“I should probably, um, get to work,” he breathes out.

Nodding, I pull away and step back so he can open the door. Before he can shut it, I stick my hand out and stop it, causing his eyes to jump to mine.

“I know you need to process, but don’t you dare go in that room and second guess anything. Kissing you is like kissing Harley. It feels like home, and I will do it again,” I promise him.

His cheeks turn impossibly red, and he gives me a single nod. “I wouldn’t mind it happening again,” he whispers. Content with that, I turn and begin walking away when I hear him say, “You and Harley are my home, too.”

Grinning like a fucking idiot, I head out the front doors and over to our garages. We have five garage doors. Four are open for bikes, and the middle one is set up like a mini shop so Axe and the guys can work from here.

Walking inside the shop, I find Axe and Sugar looking over Sugar’s bike. “Hey,” I greet them, offering a wave.

“Hey, kid. What’s up?” Sugar asks, turning to me.

“I wanted to come talk with Axe, actually. Harley, the guys, and I have been talking about wanting to go for a ride now that Harley has her bike. I know Gray and I usually borrow from you guys, but I wanted to see if you have anything I could work on so Gray and I could have our own bikes. I don’t mind putting in the work to get them fixed up if they are in need of some TLC,” I explain.

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