“I can’t accept it free and clear like that. But I am stickin’ around, so I’ll buy it from you. I’ve got plenty of money, and I love that place.”

“Your money’s no good here, son.” Biggs’s stroked his beard. “Red, straighten this boy out.”

Red handed Diesel a manilla envelope. “We’ve already had the paperwork drawn up for the businesses and the house. I’m afraid you’re not walking out of here until you sign.”

Bullet, Bones, and Bear stood in the entrance of the dining room, arms crossed.

Diesel scoffed. “You know I can take you all out, right?”

“My ass you can.” Bullet smirked.

Bones and Bear exchanged an amused glance. “You can try.”

“Would you all stop fluffing your feathers?” Dixie handed Diesel a pen. “We love you, and we want you to have a home here. Now sign the damn papers so you can get home to Tracey and I can get back to the bar before Dana quits.”

Diesel gritted his teeth against the warm fuzzy chaos going on inside him. “I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything, honey. We know you love us,” Red reassured him.

With a curt nod, he pulled the papers out of the envelope, trying to reel in his emotions. As he read the documents giving him a percentage of the businesses and ownership of the cabin, his heart expanded. He looked at the people he was lucky enough to call family, and this time he held nothing back. “Thank you. I do love you all.” He looked at Bullet. “Even your sorry ass.”

They laughed as Diesel signed the papers, and then they moved in for more hugs and kind words. That family stuff was awfully touchy-feely, but he had a feeling he’d better get used to it.

When he finally left, he was still in a state of shock. He straddled his bike and called Tracey.

“How did it go?” she asked anxiously.

“I’ll tell you when I see you. Meet me out front in five.” He pocketed his phone and drove straight to her place. She was waiting on the sidewalk, sexy and beautiful in jeans and a sweatshirt, her eyes dancing with curiosity. He handed her a helmet. “Climb on, sparky.”

She straddled the bike. “Aren’t you going to tell me how it went?”

“Soon. Put your helmet on and hang on tight.”

He drove to the cabin, and as he set their helmets down, he took Tracey’s hand.

“What are we doing here?”

“Checking out the place.” He dangled the keys to the cabin from his finger.

Her eyes widened. “Where did you get those?”