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He clasped his hands, refusing to look at her. “I want you here. I’ll pay off the remainder of your lease and have your things packed up and delivered before the end of the week.”
Her brows hiked. “You want me to move in?”
Dahlia had basically taken up residency at his apartment since the attack, but they hadn’t spoken about her staying.
“Yes.”
“With all my shit?”
“Yeah, with all your shit.”
Dahlia snickered, crawling on her knees and leaning over him. “You hate all my shit.”
Trey had never said as much, but she knew their tastes varied. Significantly. Dahlia and Trey’s tastes were on polar opposite ends of the spectrum. While he enjoyed finer, simpler things, Dahlia loved color and flash. Two people couldn’t have been more different. Yet somehow, they worked.
He grasped her neck, pulling her in closer. “Yes, but I love you.”
That will never get old.
“And I love you.” She melted, draping her hands over his chest. “I promise I’ll keep it classy.”
Well, I’ll try.
He tightened his grip over her neck, pulling her closer until his nose skimmed over hers.
“Just has to be you.”
Dahlia curled closer and pressed her lips against his. “Just us.”
God, I love this man!
****
Trey should have been gone hours ago, especially since the club was closed on Monday. But he’d been waiting on this call. He held the phone up to his ear, merely listening. The president of Killcreek, Ace, was giving him a brief rundown of the transport. It was all done in cryptic code. Usually, both parties would demand a face-to-face meeting for this conversation, but Ace had enough experience not to slip in the off chance someone was listening.
This should have been Rogue’s responsibility, but it had been handed off to Trey since they’d aligned with Killcreek. As much as Trey could have done without another deal of Rogue’s that he’d ultimately shoulder, it was in the best interests of everyone that Rogue didn’t take the lead. As always, it was Trey’s job to play peacemaker.
“No issues,” Ace said.
That was exactly what Trey wanted to hear. Rogue may not have liked it, but teaming up with Killcreek had been a win for everyone.
“I’ll be in touch soon.”
“We’ll be here,” Ace said.
Trey pulled the phone away from his ear but heard Ace’s faint voice.
“One more thing, Trey.”
“Yes?”
Ace chuckled. “Give our regards to Rogue.”
Trey rolled his eyes, ending the call without feeding into Ace’s taunting. That would be the last message he’d be sharing with Rogue. Trey dropped his phone on the desk and stood. He was reaching for his jacket when it rang again. Fuck! He jerked around and grabbed the phone, showing all his frustration. When he glanced down at the screen, his muscles eased, and his lips twitched. This was the only voice he wanted to hear.
“Dahlia.”
“Hi, Trey.”
