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I cut Dr. Thomas off and say, “Bradley,” and Axel coughs to cover his snort while Dr. Thomas openly chuckles.

“It’s uh, I mean, um, uh, it’s nice to meet you,” Treasure stutters, her voice soft, and I swallow hard.

Fuck, is this what all my brothers felt? The need to hold and protect the women they fell for? To fucking tie them up and never let them out of your sight? Because if it is, it is one hell of a scary feeling.

“Told you so,” Axel mutters under his breath, but I don’t look away from the beauty before me, her dark brown hair up in a messy bun, her face free of any makeup.

She’s mine, I know she is, and I know I’ll do anything to ensure she sees I’m hers too.

Shit, looks like I’m not heading home anytime soon and my club is going to be pissed…

Chapter 4

Scottie

I gently chew my bottom lip as I watch Sammie do his homework. I don’t think six-year-olds should have homework, but I can’t concentrate either way. A pair of deep, mesmerizing hazel eyes and a cocky smirk come back to me. My heart flutters as goosebumps rise on my arms, the feeling I felt still consuming me. A hitch of fear notches up and I blink, the realization that it still pulls me hitting me hard.

Damn.

Even with Kavan, I have never had a reaction towards a man as I did with the out-of-towner sitting in Dr. Thomas’s office yesterday.

My stomach had tightened, my heart raced, and my palms began to sweat. For the first time in my life, I became tongue-tied, only just getting a greeting out.

“You’re acting weird, Auntie Scottie,” Sammie mumbles without looking up, and my lips tilt as I see his tongue poke out as he tries to concentrate.

I swear, in another life this kid should have been mine. Not with Kavan as his father obviously but otherwise yeah, he is a lot like me.

“Don’t know what you are talking about,” I sass back, and the sweet boy grins wide, still not looking up from his history homework.

Blinking, I grab my coffee mug off the side and take a sip, but I soon choke when Sammie asks, “Do you like a boy?”

What the…?

I cough as I put the coffee mug down and wipe my chin where the fluid spilled, my throat burning slightly, and I croak, “Where did that come from?”

The sweet boy shrugs and murmurs, “It’s what girls do at school, they get all weird when they like a boy, like Missy did with me when she wanted to hold my hand.”

I blink, then blink again, as the front doorbell rings.

He’s six, he shouldn’t know this kind of stuff.

The doorbell rings again, and Sammie sighs dramatically, his too-long black hair falling over his eyes as he drops his head before he scrapes his chair back and mutters, “I’ve got it,” acting like a teenager instead of a six-year-old, all while I look at the table, stumped.

How did he even figure that out? That I liked someone?

I blink.

“Sammie don’t open that–”

My words are cut off as he cheers, “Grandpa!” and my eyes widen as my mouth parts to see my father of all people, wearing a sweater and jeans- something I don’t think I have ever seen him in- walk inside my home. The one he’s never been to, with a bag in his hand.

Am I seeing things? I feel like I’m seeing things.

“Dad?” I question, completely confused, and he looks up, giving me a smile like he’s done it several times when he hasn’t. I mean, I haven’t spoken to him since I hung up on him. What is going on?

“I, uh, thought you two would like some takeout,” he says, seeing my confusion, and I blink again before Sammie cheers even louder, and I roll my eyes.

“I thought you were at the party?” I mumble as I try to come out of my stupor, mock-glaring at a too-happy Sammie about not having meatloaf tonight.