Page 67 of Property of Yak

“I’ll stay on your good side. Canada is starting to grow on me,” I say cheerfully.

“Or a certain bombshell has grown on you,” Yooper mutters.

My mind flashes to Julie. She really is a bombshell. Beautiful in a classic way. Way classier than a man like me deserves, but her chance to leave me has come and gone. She’s stuck with me now. I’ve tasted her. Heard her scream my name.

Being with her has changed the chemistry inside of me. I now belong to her. I am her weapon to yield, even if she never will. She’s ensnared me, the man who harbors darkness, but my darkness will never touch her. I will protect her from everything, even myself.

“I could take her with me,” I muse.

“You could,” he agrees.

I don’t want to take her with me, though. I want to stay here. I want to get to know my brother again and learn to trust the brothers. This darker, grittier MC life is more my speed. I loved my life in Colorado, but something always felt like it was missing.

Here, it feels like home.

“Or I could stay. After all, who is going to keep bailing yourself out?” I joke.

“I don’t need you to bail me out,” he growls.

“Sure. Whatever you say, big guy. I’ll go run your errands like a little bitch. You go back to your tower.”

“Fucking Jameson,” he curses under his breath as I head toward my truck.

There’s a smile on my face, though.

I always planned to leave, but now I know I can’t. I need to stay. Not just for Julie, but for Yooper too.

CHAPTER

SEVENTEEN

Julie

Groaning, I sink into the couch and curl my legs underneath me. I bring a cup of tea up to my lips and take a sip, the taste instantly soothing me. Tabby jumps into my lap, rubbing her head against me. I pet her head.

“Did you miss your mommy?” I ask her.

She purrs, which I take as a yes.

As thankful as I am to be home and in my own space, I miss Yak. He’s wormed his way under my skin. I never thought I would be one of those women who constantly wanted to be around a man, but here I am. Wondering what he’s doing and who he’s with. If he’s safe.

My phone buzzes on the end table, and I pick it up.

Liz

Are you still ignoring me? Don’t think I haven’t checked your location. I know your home.

Me

If you know I’m home, then why aren’t you here already?

Liz

Be there in five.

I shake my head and laugh softly. The girl lives a solid fifteen minutes away. Either she was texting and driving or she’s about to speed.

Six minutes later, Liz lets herself in, using the key I gave her when I moved in.