The Biker's Fate Chapter 164

Darien

I WAS PLEASANTLY surprised to find that Pauley had grabbed my favorite yoga pants (seriously, I owned six pairs and I didn't even do yoga), so I pulled those on along with a shelf cami and another one of Mack's T-shirts, just because I loved his smell on me. He pulled on a loose pair of jeans and a T-shirt and we headed downstairs. A little bark and a fluff of white came running toward me and I knelt down to catch Barney in my lap. "Hey, little doggle. How's my boy?"

I swear sometimes this dog acted like I was a soldier coming back from war, because he would wrap his paws around my neck and lick me, holding on for dear life if I didn't forcibly remove him. I couldn't stop a giggle as he growled at me when I stood up. "What? I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."

Bark.

"I missed you too, buddy."

"I fed him," Pauley said, and headed toward me, pulling me in for a gentle hug. "How are you feeling?"

"Better. Thanks for taking care of Barney."

"It's all good, honey."

"Sit down, Darien, and I'll find breakfast," Mack said.

"I put on a pot of coffee," Pauley piped in. "Don't know if I did it right, but it should be almost done."

"Thanks, babe."

Mack waited until I sat on one of the sofas before he made his way to the kitchen. Barney jumped up next to me and laid his head on my lap.

"I may have misjudged him," Pauley admitted as she sat next to me.

I smiled. "He loves me."

"Yeah, I see that, honey."

"I love him more."

"Well, that might be debatable." Pauley giggled. "He's been a mess. Booker had to drag him out of the room more than once in order for him to eat. I stayed with you while he forced down some food and then rushed right back to your side."

"Don't tell me that," I whispered. "I'm horny as hell and he won't do anything about it. Hearing how sweet he is even when I'm not in my right mind only makes it worse."

Pauley giggled. "I see your priorities are set."

"Is this normal?"

"To be horny when you're madly in love with someone who's good to you?"

I nodded.

She grinned. "No."

"Really?"

"No. It's really special, honey. Don't let him go."

I blushed. "I have no intention of ever letting him get away... again."

"He didn't get away before, Dare. Remember that."

"I will."

Mack set a cup of coffee on the side table and handed me a piece of peanut butter toast. "If you feel good and are still hungry, I'll make you an omelet."

I smiled up at him. "Thanks, honey."

He leaned down and kissed me gently. "You're welcome."

I sipped my coffee and sighed. "You make the best coffee."

"Flattery will get you everywhere." He walked back toward the kitchen. "Can I get you anything, Pauley?"

"I'd love one of those coffees, please," she said.

"You got it."

"The locksmith called," Pauley said as she stroked Barney. "The locks are changed, move in can happen anytime."

"Awesome. Mack wants Knight to put in a security system." I took another bite of toast and felt my headache ebb.

"Yeah. Knight went over today. I gave him a key, I hope that's okay."

"Definitely." I squeezed her hand. "Thank you for doing all this."

"I can't say I've hated being here."

"Oh, really?" I raised an eyebrow. "What's his name?"

"What? Why does there have to be a guy?" Mack returned and handed Pauley a mug. She took a sip and sighed. "Damn, you really do make a great cup of coffee."

Mack grinned. "Shorty taught me."

I gasped. "Oh, so his name is Shorty."

"Suck it. Both of you," Pauley retorted, rose to her feet. "I'm going to grab some toast. Can I get anyone anything?"

"Nope," Mack said. "Shorty can show you where everything is."

"I might still maim you."

On that note, Pauley sauntered out of the room and Mack took her spot. "How's your head?"

"It's good, honey." I settled my head in my palm. "I'm glad I didn't take the oxy."

"You're going to later, though."

"I am?"

He nodded. "Yeah. You need to sleep."

"Ohmigod, Mack." I rolled my eyes. "I've been asleep for two days."

He slid his hand to my neck. "And you'll sleep some more."

Before I could make a witty retort, Knight walked into the room and smiled. "Hey, Darien. You look better."

"Yes, I'm good. Thanks." I gave Mack a snarky look and he grinned before rising to his feet.

"What ya got?" he asked Knight.

"Install can happen tomorrow. I'll write everything up."

"Can I see the estimate?" I asked. "I need to find out if I have the budget."

Mack narrowed his eyes. "It's covered, Darien."

"I'm sorry?"

"We'll talk about it later."

"Logan," I said, this time my voice had a bite of warning.

"Thanks, brother."

"No problem." Knight walked away and Mack sat back down beside me.

"You are not paying for my security system," I said.

"Babe, I'm gonna be living there at some point, so yeah, I am paying for the security system."

I choked down a sip of coffee. "Excuse me?"

He smiled his sexy shit-eating grin.

"Logan, Pauley's moving in with me. You are not."

"That's actually changed."

"What?" I squeaked.

"She's movin' into my place and I'm movin' in with you."

"Pauley!" I bellowed.

Pauley came out of the kitchen and into my line of sight, a tall, blond guy behind her, and she glanced between me and Mack and then frowned. "You told her?"

Mack just shrugged.

"You've discussed this?" I snapped.

"Yes, but no decisions have been made," Pauley rushed to say. "Right, Mack?"

He shrugged again.

I scowled and set my coffee cup aside. "Ohmigod, I can't believe you two."

"Nothing's been decided, Dare."