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I shrugged. “I don’t know. I was hoping you could tell me what he meant. I mean, you are ancient like him, right?”

Gunner grimaced, then growled.

“Not that damn old,” he frowned, getting to his feet helping me up as he asked. “So, I’m assuming by all the boxes and suitcases that you’re moving in?”

“Daddy said I was your problem now. Whatever that means. Look Gunner, I know this isn’t what you wanted. If it’s okay with you, can I stay until I find a place, a job and maybe a car and get a new phone?”

Gunner smirked. “That’s a lot of stuff, Sarah.”

“I know. Who knew being an adult was so troublesome.”

“Wouldn’t know. I’m still learning myself. Look, stay as long as you need. I barely live here anyway. And if you’re looking for a job, you can help me out at the auto-body shop. I saw what you did with my bike in the garage. You’re good. I could use another set of hands.”

“You mean it?” I smiled at him.

Gunner leaned down and kissed my nose. “Absolutely. Any woman who can build a Harley from the frame up is good in my book. Speaking of which. Where did you learn to build bikes?”

“My dad taught me. Well, I watched and handed him tools when he asked. I loved being in the garage with him. There is something about working on an engine, or building something from scratch that is soothing to me. I just get it. I know where everything goes, ya know?”

Gunner smiled, hugging me to him. “Babydoll, you are full of surprises.”

Neither of us knew how true that statement was.

Chapter Fourteen

Gunner

Monday...

It took a bit of rearranging and a lot of compromise on my part before Sarah got settled. In the end, I refused to let her have the spare room, figuring if she was already pregnant with my kid, why not take advantage of the fact that I could have her delectable body anytime I wanted?

Let’s face it. There was no fucking way in hell I could have her living under my roof, sleeping only a few feet from me and not want to sink my dick into her hot heat.

And that was exactly what I did last night.

Three times.

After breaking down the last box and packing away her suitcases, I ordered a pizza and we watched Netflix and chilled until I couldn’t take it anymore. Had to admit, I kinda like having her around. She had a wicked sense of humor. She wasn’t worried about getting her nails dirty. I really liked the fact that she didn’t feel the need to stay all dolled up for me. It was refreshing to see her walk out of the room, dressed in comfy pajamas with her hair tied up on top of her head, sans make-up.

In my opinion, she looked more beautiful and a hell of a lot younger.

But I ignored that last part.

What really shocked the hell out of me was waking up to her snuggled close to me like a little kitten. I never, not once, stayed the night with any woman I’d ever been with.

I hit it and quit it. Preferring my bed to anyone else’s. Yet with Sarah snuggled close, I found myself happy. Almost content. Like this was where I was supposed to be. It just felt right.

Hearing my cellphone vibrate, I rolled over and grabbed it just as someone banged loudly on the front door. Actually, it was several someone’s and by the way they were yelling, I already knew whothey were.

Sarah bolted right up, grabbing the bedsheet to her as I jumped from the bed, searching for my pants.

“Who is that?”

“My brothers,”I hurriedly said, finding my jeans and jumping into them. Sarah scooted from the bed, keeping the sheet tightly wrapped around her, walking into the closet as I zipped up my zipper and screamed bloody murder before cupping my dick and falling to the floor.

Not again!

My poor dick!