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transfer finished, she raised her head. “I unpacked everything over there.”
    “I’ll pack,” he stated firmly, and she saw he was setting a plate with toast and eggs on the island counter. His side.
    She wandered over and he handed her a fork. “Umm, I really want to pack my own stuff.” She was surprised Vincent made toast. That was two things he could make in the kitchen.
    Vincent left, then returned with a mug of coffee to set by her breakfast … Coffee he’d made her.
    “We’ll both go,” he finally decided.
    Tess got some eggs on her fork, then watched Vincent set his plate next to hers. Breakfast together. Things she’d not felt in a long time … maybe like since the beginning of her marriage or maybe never quite like this, began warming inside her.
    “Umm,” she muttered. “I just don’t know what to do with all my stuff.” She paused chewing, then said, “Maybe I should get a storage unit, then I can fit stuff from the house in it too.”
    “I have shit too,” Vincent agreed. “Lots at the big house.”
    “Big house?” Tess questioned, then biting into her toast.
    Vincent glanced at her, and after he looked back at his meal, her eyes roved over him. He was wearing a long sleeve dark blue thermal that hugged his muscular upper body and he had on faded jeans with a belt and big silver buckle of a flying hawk. She’d like to get a closer look at the hawk, but she’d have to bend over to do it. His feet were bare and it was a sexy male look.
    “In Silver Canyon estates,” Vincent muttered.
    Tess was in an appreciative Vincent daze, but that got her attention. Rich people lived there. Like really rich. She knew many of the tribe members, especially ones on their council lived out there. There hadn’t even been a Silver Canyon Estate, until after the Indian Casino was built. Making many of them rich.
    Wow, Vincent must be wealthy. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. Of course, she knew he just ran charities … something only rich men did. But it appeared he was also partially in charge of Redrock. They’d been too busy in bed and dodging ex’s fire for her to really register all those things about him.
    She was just going to ask him if he would maybe lose that big house, when he asked her the same thing. “You won’t keep the house, baby?”
    “Umm,” she muttered, kind of stuck on Vincent being rich. “Maybe, but I don’t trust him with my stuff.”
    “How much stuff?”
    That attracted her gaze back to him. He sure didn’t dress like a rich man. Boy, she was glad. Vincent in a thermal and jeans was so hot she could just stop everything and look at him all day … but in a suit, maybe not so much. Steven wore suits and come to think of it she really didn’t like that.
    “Baby?” his voice sounded again. “Where you at?”
    “Just slow in the morning,” she lied. “Enough stuff I am going to get a storage unit,” she decided. “Oh, and movers too.”
    He turned to face her, leaning closer. “Now that part I really got. I’ll take care of moving you.”
    She searched his face for what she didn’t know. Did he really mean it? Lugging her stuff was quite personal and well kind of boyfriend like, at least. “Okay.” She decided she really liked the idea.
    “Just going to end up here eventually,” he declared, then lifted his coffee mug to his lips. His eyes stayed on her, judging her reaction, which was surprise.
    Vincent watched how cute Tess was avoiding what he’d said. But it was true, and he was just going to move her stuff to his place without telling her. He had a modern barn out back that had his motorcycle, quads, a big motorhome he used sometimes, and lots of space for both their things. He’d smooth it over later. After she found out.
    She kept her head down, fiddling with her coat and purse, until he got her out the door and he’d turned back from locking it. He caught her wrist right before she was going to take the first step down off the porch.