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askin'!”
    “They moved my stuff in, princess,” Griz said.
    My body froze. Had I heard him right?
    Looking over my shoulder, I hissed through clenched teeth, “No way.”
    He grinned. The arse grinned, shifted Swan in his arms, walked around the car, got close enough that our noses just touched and whispered, “Yes way.”
    Stepping back, I turned to shove a laughing Blue out of the way and stomped up my drive.
    “Good luck, brother,” I heard Blue say to Griz, “you're gonna need it.”
    Not wanting to hear his reply, I opened my front door just as Killer and Stoke were coming out. Upon one look at my face, they both smiled widely and moved out of my way.
    “Have a nice night, Hell Mouth.” Stoke laughed as I picked up a cushion and threw it at him. They walked out the front door and closed it behind Griz.
    Oh, my fuckin' God. Was Griz really staying here?
    My heart took off outta control regarding a certain thought of seeing Griz every night and morning, walking around my house in nothing but his boxers.
    My hoo-ha sang for joy.
    I had to have proof.
    Dropping my bag to the couch, I made my way down the hall and up the stairs. I opened the door to the first spare room. What was full of shit this morning, now held a kid’s bed with some side cushion-thingy on it. I guess that was to stop Swan from falling out.
    Wait a goddamn minute!
    Swan was stayin' here as well?
    Oh, shit.
    Fuck.
    I couldn't have a kid around. It'd learn bad shit from me. What was he thinkin'?
    “I see you found Swan's room,” Griz said from behind me, causing me to jump.
    “Jesus, a warning is nice before you sneak up on someone.” I looked to Swan in Griz's arms; she seemed so tired, with her blue eyes blinking up at me and her head resting against Griz's chest.
    I wondered if he'd let my head rest on his chest too?
    Shaking my head, I looked up to a smiling Griz. What the fuck was he smiling about?
    “Look, you can't do this. You can't just move yourself and your daughter in here. This isn't going to work.” I shook my head.
    “Its fine and it's staying this way until your shit is over,” he said in his don't-give-me-any-bullshit voice.
    “You wanna risk your daughter?” I asked.
    “She won't be at risk. During the days while I'm busy, she'll be with Wildcat until I can get a sitter or organise some childcare. Then at night—well, I'll be here, so no risk will come to her...or you.”
    Why was my heart beating like the Jaws soundtrack?
    Because this was going to either kill me or—yeah, let's not go there, because that thought was even scarier.
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    I was sure Griz was shocked that I didn't argue with him. I muttered a final “whatever” and left the room. There was no point anyway, not when he held an exhausted Swan in his arms. Plus, there was always tomorrow. For now, I'd let him have his way and crash in my spare room.
    Though, as I changed into my cami and boy shorts for bed, my mind wouldn't stop wandering from the thought of Griz sleeping in my house—sleeping not far from me.
    What is he dressed in?
    How far is the sheet pulled up over him?
    Does he have a sheet on at all?
    Should I check if he even has a sheet on?
    Fuck! This was really playing with my mind.
    There was only one thing for it. I rolled over on my side, opened the bedside table and pulled out Vinny.
    Vinny the Vibrator had many times entertained me enough to forget whatever else was going on around me. I could only hope he would fulfil his job tonight, or else Griz may just call the cops and accuse me of rape.
    Pulling the sheet back over me, I quickly wiggled out of my shorts and was just about to go to town...when I heard my bedroom door open.
    “What are you doing?” I yelled at Griz.
    “Goin' to sleep, darlin'. I’m buggered.”
    He took off his vest and pulled his tee over his head, showing me he was ripped and tattooed galore over his pecs and upper arms.
    Frozen in my state of admiration, and