be fine with it.”
But when Audrey looked for Clinton, he wasn’t anywhere to be seen.
Harrison sighed. “He’ll get used to this. Just like you, Kirk, and Mason will have to adjust to life here. Clinton doesn’t like change, but I have to fix things, and it won’t happen without a complete shake-up. You’re part of that. Not the hard part. The good part.” Harrison grinned and dropped down to one knee.
“What are you doing, ridiculous man. Get up.”
“I’m on my knees, begging you, kitty. Pick this place. Pick me.”
Her eyes prickled with tears as she looked around Harrison’s dilapidated trailer park.
This could be her home. This could be where she grew her roots deep and strong.
She could be happy here.
Dashing her knuckles under her eye to catch a tear, she nodded. “Okay.”
Harrison stood in a blur and cupped her neck, pressed his lips against hers. She’d thought because of the growl in his throat he would be rough, but his mouth moved surprisingly gently over hers. As he eased away and rested his forehead on hers, he whispered, “I’ll make you happy here, Audrey. I’ll give you a good crew, I promise.”
And she heard it. That strong, steady tone that he’d told her to listen for.
Down to her marrow, she knew that Harrison— her Harrison —was telling the truth.
Chapter Ten
Audrey ducked out of the way as Mason hustled out of 1010 with an armload of lumber. Beaston had settled the old trailer on a concrete pad at the end of the road, facing the entrance, and overlooking the rest of the park.
“Oh, sorry,” she murmured, dodging Bash as he filed out of 1010 balancing an impressive stack of what looked and smelled like fresh cut two-by-sixes.
Bash adjusted the stack and ruffled her hair as he walked by, his grin catching. At least one of the Boarlanders was happy she was here. Clinton was still nowhere to be seen.
“Ten-ten looks best with a deck,” Beaston said from right behind her.
Audrey jumped and clutched her chest. Thanks to her animal, she wasn’t often snuck up on, but Beaston was scary quiet.
He stood right behind her with his arms clasped behind his back. “I want to help build it for you, but I have to get back to Ana. She’s pregnant.” Pride tinged the last part.
“I know. I felt the baby move last night, remember?”
“Yeah, I just like saying it. She’s having my raven boy. I don’t like to be away from her.”
She ducked her smile. Beaston always sounded snarly unless he was talking about his Ana. Then his voice went all soft.
“We’ll build the deck,” she said. “You go on back to your mate and tell her ‘hi’ from me.”
Beaston jerked his head in a nod and turned for the now empty big rig, waiting in the middle of the gravel road.
“Beaston?” she asked.
He turned with a frown on his face. “What?”
With a sigh, she approached and put her arms around his shoulders carefully. “Thank you.”
Beaston froze under her hug. “For what?”
“For helping me get to Harrison at Sammy’s bar last week. For bringing ten-ten.” She squeezed harder. “For seeing more than other people do.”
Beaston softened and lifted his hands to her back, then pulled her close for a moment. Head cocked and green eyes blazing, he gave her a half smile and walked away. Over his shoulder, he asked, “Do you like knives?”
“Uuuh,” she stumbled. “I used to carry a pocket knife.”
He climbed up the eighteen-wheeler and hung from the door. “Good,” he murmured just before he climbed in behind the wheel. He stuck his head out the window. “I almost forgot. Nards lives in ten-ten. Don’t hurt him.” Engine roaring, the truck drove slowly away and back under the park sign. Beaston was a bit of a wild bear, and an odd one, too, but she liked him.
Harrison wrapped his arms around her from behind and rested his chin on top of her head as they watched the truck disappear through the trees. “You ready to see your trailer?”
The boys were
But when Audrey looked for Clinton, he wasn’t anywhere to be seen.
Harrison sighed. “He’ll get used to this. Just like you, Kirk, and Mason will have to adjust to life here. Clinton doesn’t like change, but I have to fix things, and it won’t happen without a complete shake-up. You’re part of that. Not the hard part. The good part.” Harrison grinned and dropped down to one knee.
“What are you doing, ridiculous man. Get up.”
“I’m on my knees, begging you, kitty. Pick this place. Pick me.”
Her eyes prickled with tears as she looked around Harrison’s dilapidated trailer park.
This could be her home. This could be where she grew her roots deep and strong.
She could be happy here.
Dashing her knuckles under her eye to catch a tear, she nodded. “Okay.”
Harrison stood in a blur and cupped her neck, pressed his lips against hers. She’d thought because of the growl in his throat he would be rough, but his mouth moved surprisingly gently over hers. As he eased away and rested his forehead on hers, he whispered, “I’ll make you happy here, Audrey. I’ll give you a good crew, I promise.”
And she heard it. That strong, steady tone that he’d told her to listen for.
Down to her marrow, she knew that Harrison— her Harrison —was telling the truth.
Chapter Ten
Audrey ducked out of the way as Mason hustled out of 1010 with an armload of lumber. Beaston had settled the old trailer on a concrete pad at the end of the road, facing the entrance, and overlooking the rest of the park.
“Oh, sorry,” she murmured, dodging Bash as he filed out of 1010 balancing an impressive stack of what looked and smelled like fresh cut two-by-sixes.
Bash adjusted the stack and ruffled her hair as he walked by, his grin catching. At least one of the Boarlanders was happy she was here. Clinton was still nowhere to be seen.
“Ten-ten looks best with a deck,” Beaston said from right behind her.
Audrey jumped and clutched her chest. Thanks to her animal, she wasn’t often snuck up on, but Beaston was scary quiet.
He stood right behind her with his arms clasped behind his back. “I want to help build it for you, but I have to get back to Ana. She’s pregnant.” Pride tinged the last part.
“I know. I felt the baby move last night, remember?”
“Yeah, I just like saying it. She’s having my raven boy. I don’t like to be away from her.”
She ducked her smile. Beaston always sounded snarly unless he was talking about his Ana. Then his voice went all soft.
“We’ll build the deck,” she said. “You go on back to your mate and tell her ‘hi’ from me.”
Beaston jerked his head in a nod and turned for the now empty big rig, waiting in the middle of the gravel road.
“Beaston?” she asked.
He turned with a frown on his face. “What?”
With a sigh, she approached and put her arms around his shoulders carefully. “Thank you.”
Beaston froze under her hug. “For what?”
“For helping me get to Harrison at Sammy’s bar last week. For bringing ten-ten.” She squeezed harder. “For seeing more than other people do.”
Beaston softened and lifted his hands to her back, then pulled her close for a moment. Head cocked and green eyes blazing, he gave her a half smile and walked away. Over his shoulder, he asked, “Do you like knives?”
“Uuuh,” she stumbled. “I used to carry a pocket knife.”
He climbed up the eighteen-wheeler and hung from the door. “Good,” he murmured just before he climbed in behind the wheel. He stuck his head out the window. “I almost forgot. Nards lives in ten-ten. Don’t hurt him.” Engine roaring, the truck drove slowly away and back under the park sign. Beaston was a bit of a wild bear, and an odd one, too, but she liked him.
Harrison wrapped his arms around her from behind and rested his chin on top of her head as they watched the truck disappear through the trees. “You ready to see your trailer?”
The boys were
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