Sometimes, I didn’t deserve this guy. I shook my head. “You’d be better for her. For them. At least you’re in touch with your emotions. I haven’t seen mine in twenty years.”

Somehow, the idea of her being with Rigby didn’t make me quite as angry.

“Don’t rule out Dev, either. He watches her like he’s hungry. I don’t know what it is about her, man…”

I didn’t, either. “What’s the second option?”

He chewed his lip. “You buy her a place of her own. Give us all a degree of separation. Because I can’t smell her shampoo, or watch that tight ass go up and down the stairs, or meet her sad hazel eyes without wanting things. To make shit better for her, either with my words or my dick.”

I shook my head. “We’ll see where it goes, man. I want her here where we can help. If she falls for one of you assholes, I’m okay with that.” But not a stranger. Not some other fuck that Huey would call Daddy.

Rigby gave me a long look, and then sighed heavily, getting out of the car without another word.

Chapter Ten

NOVA

The guys had left straight after breakfast for training, but not Devan. Apparently, he didn’t need to be back in the office until tomorrow, so he’d spent the day entertaining Huey while I unpacked stuff. Babies had a lot of stuff, even though the guys seemed to have bought out an entire baby store before we got here.

Once I was fully unpacked, I came downstairs to find Huey in his car seat on the porch. His uncle was out in the drive, securing the base into a luxury SUV and swearing softly under his breath.

I watched him for a moment, unseen. He was really kind of beautiful for a man, and I wondered if he had some kind of Latin American ancestry, because those lips were made for kissing and his soft, golden skin was made for touching. He didn’t smile much, and he wasn’t overly chatty, but there was a quiet intensity about him that made him almost magnetic.

Which was bad. Bad, bad, bad.

I squatted down next to Huey’s car seat. “I’m in so much trouble, little man,” I murmured, but it didn’t matter—he was already asleep.

Devan must have felt my eyes on his ass, because he looked over his shoulder. He frowned a little and waved me closer. Casting one more look at Huey to make sure he was fine, I walked over to the black Range Rover.

Devan handed me the keys. “This is yours.”

I blinked. “What?”

“The car. It’s yours.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No, Devan. I can’t… This is a hundred-thousand-dollar car. I can’t have it. What if I go home in three months?”