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RAND
Nash’s truck pulled up while I was still standing in the doorway, my d**k waving in the wind.
I cursed and stepped back into the cabin and yanked on a pair of jeans and t-shirt. We had a job today—a chimney rebuild at one of the pack member’s houses. I’d told Nash yesterday to reschedule because I needed to get Natalie’s whole house rewired, but he’d refused.
“You’re gonna need to keep working if you’re going to help fund her fix-up project,” he’d told me. “Besides, I can’t do the chimney job alone.”
He was right, but f**k if I didn’t want to jog right past his truck and go after my mate. I wanted to follow—hell, I needed to follow, but Natalie didn’t want that.
“You look like s**t,” Nash observed when I climbed in the cab. “Did you just wake up? Did you even eat?”
I shook m
