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But it would hurt her when he left, regardless of if she kept her feelings locked down. She could lie to Hunt about how deeply her feelings ran, but she couldn’t lie to herself.
Hunt had been the first person to truly care for her in ages, and now he was her lover. And she liked the way he smelled, even after his workouts. No man smelled good after workouts, but somehow Hunt did. When he slept, she cuddled up to him to get warm, and he didn’t even jerk away at her cold feet. That was some keeper shit right there.
What was she going to do?
Hunt couldn’t leave her, because she was falling in love with him.
Chapter 26
Afew days later, the Cade estate was ready to move into.
Levi, Adam, Bran, and Wes poured their long limbs out of their vehicles and scratched various body parts while yawning.
“You look hungover,” Hunt said, eyeing one brother after the other. “What the hell have you been up to?”
Bran notched his eyebrow as if to say, “Really?” “We watchedOutlanderlast night, and Ireland was feeling inspired after hearing the Scottish brogue. She kept me up late.”
There were perks to living with a woman, and Hunt was feeling the effects of committed bliss too. For instance, he might have vaulted up the front steps a couple of nights ago to get to Abby before Noah came home. But a quickie wasn’t really a quickie if all parties received full pleasure and still had time for a post-sex cuddle-chat.
Cuddle-chat? He was losing his mind. But what a way to go.
And then Hunt realized something else. For the first time in as far back as he could remember, he was on the same wavelength as his brothers, with this whole committed bliss thing.
But there was a downside to committed bliss, which might have been why Hunt naturally avoided it. He grew more attached to Abby with each day that passed, and that had never happened. Ever.
Wes glared at them. “Not all of us stay up for fun times. I have a toddler. The only thing I’ve been up to is chasing my daughter around twenty-four seven.”
“Feel free to bring her over if you and Kaylee need some time,” Hunt said. “Harlow prefers me anyway.”
Wes snorted. “No way. Kaylee told me about your brainwashing efforts to get Harlow to say your name.” He pointed. “Stay away from my kid.”
“So I’ll pick her up tomorrow?” Hunt said.
Wes rolled his eyes. “Don’t give her sweets. She hasn’t been introduced to processed sugar yet. Knowing you, you’ll use it to bribe her.”
Excellent idea, Hunt thought.
He loved his niece. In fact, once his brother had had a kid, it got Hunt thinking about having a Harlow of his own. Until now, Hunt couldn’t picture any woman he’d want to have a child with, but Abby was an amazing mother. And Hunt sure as hell enjoyed practicing baby-making with her.
Hunt never tired of Abby or felt like he needed space. If anything, Abby was too independent. Now that she had more time, she was determined to finish her nursing degree, which Hunt fully supported. Except when it pulled her out of bed early for classes. That part could kiss his ass—he wanted Abby to himself in the morning before little feet scampered into the room.
Hunt scratched his head while his brothers drained strong-smelling coffee. They were here to help move Hunt and Abby’s things into the Cade house now that the old place was near completion. The plan had been to sell it, but maybe a sale wasn’t needed? The Cade estate was a little much for a three-person family, but then there was the baby idea…
Ever since Lewis and his team demoed the house, Hunt had envisioned him and Abby living where he’d grown up. That was shocking enough on its own. He’d never imagined moving back in to his father’s home. But he’d been so excited to move in today that he’d woken early and finished packing the kitchen.
Truth be told, Abby was more organized and had done most of the packing, but she was busy today. She’d left for her classes, so Hunt dropped off Noah at Club Kids and called his brothers over.
Hunt couldn’t explain how he’d fallen into domestic bliss, except that it had seemed inevitable from the very beginning. He’d said he wanted to help Abby with Noah. He’d said he had the means and could protect her from Noah’s grandparents. All true. Only he’d also wanted Abby, even if he hadn’t admitted it to himself until now.
Hunt was in deep. He tried to tell Abby the other day his feelings had grown, but he’d botched it.
They were married. Did he need to communicate such things? Seemed to him that as long as he didn’t fuck things up, it was a done deal.
Wes looked around the small living room Hunt shared with Abby and Noah. “You sure you want to keep this stuff? Doesn’t seem like it’s worth the work to move it to the new place.”
“The furniture Abby and the designer chose for the house hasn’t come in yet. Abby said this would do for now. You think I’m stupid enough to go against my wife’s opinion?”
Bran and Wes glanced at each other and promptly picked up the couch, hauling it to the moving truck Hunt had rented.Smart men.
