“From what I know about you, yes, but there’s a lot of you that I don’t know.”

His lips twitched at my answer, and he didn’t even look slightly offended by it. “Ok, in that case let me reword it. Do you trust me to help you get this done and that I will get it done by the time Elodie arrives tonight?”

Now that was easier. “Absolutely.”

And then he blew my mind far away from my problems by giving me a peck on the tip of my nose, before he got up and started ordering me around as he placed me on the chair behind my desk. “First up, shut down your computer, get your shit and I’ll carry you to your car. Do you have spare keys to your house?”

“Not on me,” I choked out.

“Right, give me your keys and I’ll make sure I’m at the house when you’re done. I’ll call Bond to get him to help you out at the store so that you’re not carrying a lot of shit and hurting your ankle more,” he told me, holding his hand out.

And what was a girl to do when a six foot seven hottie was asking for the keys to her house? Well, if she had any sense, she’d drop to her knees and thank the man Maude had been thanking only thirty minutes ago, unless she was crazy and said no to him. I don’t think there was one woman alive who’d say no, though, but it was possible.

Because I couldn’t fall to my knees, I opened the drawer and got my keys out, dropping them in his hand. I had a second to take in the fact his hands were huge and as beautiful as the rest of him before he clenched his fist around them and started walking to the door.

“I’ll be back to take you to your car in two minutes, Katy,” he told me over his shoulder, before he walked out and started organizing whatever he had planned.

I went into automatic mode as I saved and shut everything down. It was only when I was looking at the black screen of the computer and Duke let out a whine next to me that I whispered, “What the hell just happened?”

JarrodThere was one thing to be said about Piersville, and that was when you made the call for help everyone answered. Mine and Katy’s houses weren’t small, but they also weren’t huge, so having a majority of the Townsend family as well as Tabby, Jose, Rose and their men dropping in periodically to help out… her home was almost busting at the seams.

That said, Elodie’s bed was done and the furniture in her room had been laid out in a way that Maya thought was perfect for her. Unfortunately, stuff that Katy might need for the baby was scattered everywhere, and any semblance of order and organization that Katy had was now shot to shit.

Picking up some of the packaging that the bed frame had been in, I went downstairs to take it outside and stopped when I saw Luke Montgomery’s twins moving things around in one of the shelving units in the living room. It took a lot not to tell them to stop so that Katy wouldn’t have what I’d learned was like a miniature anxiety attack because the careful order that made sense to her had been screwed up, and the reason I didn’t do it was because babies were a big weakness for me. Every time I heard Jose and Ellis’s daughter Olivia cry it broke my heart and holding her was the highlight of the day it happened on, so doing something like telling off two toddlers, that was a hard limit for me.

The longer I stood watching them, though, the more I realized they weren’t just touching things or messing around with them. Far from it. In fact, they’d recognized the way Katy had put them in order and were helping her out.

I was so caught up in that realization that I didn’t notice Hurst standing beside me eating a donut and whispered, “Fuck me.”

Tossing it onto the table, Hurst groaned, “I didn’t think anything could put me off food, but the mental image of me fucking you did it.”

Walking up beside her husband, Linda snapped, “Why do you always have to sink so low, Hurst? Seriously, anyone else would ask what the issue was, but not you.”

Thankfully, there was a knock at the door that interrupted them before the argument could escalate further, although when I saw who it was I did an internal groan. Katy’s grandmother was a trip, and if her comments hadn’t been directed at me, I’d have been laughing my ass off at the person they were intended for. Sadly, they had been directed at me, and here she was again.

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