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He doesn’t say anything. Just lets me pull him along, which is useful, but I get the impression he has something to say.

“This is your room.” I unlock it, but before we go in, I point down the hall. “That’s my room if you need me for anything.” I waggle my eyebrows at him.

Fucking hell Booker, you are such a dork.

He smiles and walks into the large open planned room. There is a kitchenette in one corner. A decent sized sofa, dresser, wardrobe, and large king-size bed.

“We have some spare television sets. I’ll have Jonas and Dai bring one up for you. Toni put on fresh bedding and fitted your bathroom with clean towels and toiletries.”

“That’s nice of her,” he mumbles as he drops his saddlebags onto the sofa.

“Yeah, she’s great. Her dad is Mac. Kenny’s best friend and the Fallen Gargoyles VP. She’ll take you under her wing and help show you the ropes when I’m not around.” I want him to make friends here and see how much he loves it. I want this place to become his home.

With me.

And I suppose Mom, Kenny, and Reed.

“That’s great,” he says, looking like it’s anything but me. And it clicks.

“Nipples, are you jealous?” He’s looked crabby since I spoke to Toni.

“I really fucking am.” He runs a hand down his face and flops onto the sofa. “This is ridiculous. She’s your friend. I’m pretty sure you’re gay, and we aren’t together.”

“Yet.”

“Booker-”

I cut him off. “I meant what I said earlier. I will wait for you to be ready. There isn’t going to be anyone else for me.”

“I-”

“There won’t be anyone for you either.” I lean down and kiss him on his forehead. “Get settled in.”

I leave and head to my room.

I’ve had a few boyfriends over the years and never felt this intensity before. Nicky brings something out of me. I think it’s because I know he is the real deal.

And there is no fucking way I’m going to lose him.

Chapter nine

Nicky

It’s been a few days since I came to Vigo Falls, and I still can’t quite get over the fact that Dimples, my amazing one-night stand, is Booker.

My stepbrother.

I mean, how small does the world have to be for the one guy in the bar that night that I slept with, happens to be related to me by marriage?

It’s definitely lottery-winning odds.

And I can’t deny I want more. I want more time with him. I want to learn more about him. I want him inside me. I want him to hold me and wake up in his arms.

I can’t risk it, though.

I have a real shot at a family here, and I don’t want to lose that. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.

Booker says that he wants me and I’m it for him, but it was just one night. He can’t know that. Where does it leave me if it all goes wrong? Traveling around like a loner on my bike again and seeing Max on holidays.

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