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kids, right after him.
    Which, come to think of it, wasn’t saying that much. Walsh likely had his own demons. The two of them were just better at hiding them away than the rest.
    “Who put you up to it? Ren? Reed?” The nine collective children of the Velvet Lemons consisted of the children of guitarist “Mad Dog” Maddox—Bing, Brody, and Cilla—those sired by bassist “String Bean” Colson—Renford, Payne, and Campbell—and drummer Hop Hopkins’s kids, who were Beck, Walsh, and Reed. As soon as each came of age, the kids had escaped the bizarre world of the compound and went on to mostly separate lives. But then, a year before, Ren had made a visit from his home base in London and found love in the youngest princess of the Rock Royalty clan, Cilla.
    That soft-hearted woman had decided her mission was to make a tribe out of them, and between her steely determination and Ren’s insistence on fulfilling her every wish, they were actually becoming that very thing.
    Family.
    Payne shook his head. “Why am I asking? This has Cilla’s fingerprints all over it.”
    “I think it has to do with you resisting the offer of personal assistance sent over yesterday.”
    The offer of personal assistance. Rose. He tried to banish the image of her that popped into his head. Her sweet body, far-seeing gray eyes, the lush mouth. “I don’t want Rose.”
    Which was kind of a lie. For sure he’d wanted Rose when he was eighteen years old.
    Walsh grinned at him now. “You keep telling yourself that, buddy.”
    Honey pushed her heavy glasses up her small nose. “We have another purpose for the visit as well.”
    Payne shot her a warm look, glad to switch subjects. “Have I told you I love you, Honey?”
    Her face colored. “Um, no.”
    “Well, I do,” he said, smiling at her.
    As Honey squirmed a little in her chair, Walsh glanced back at his admin, then narrowed his eyes at Payne. “Leave the lady alone.”
    “You noticed she’s a lady, huh?” He crossed his arms over his chest, enjoying Walsh’s spit of temper. “And an adorable morsel as well.”
    “Hey.” Walsh scowled. “Don’t objectify my employee.”
    “I don’t mind,” Honey said, her cheeks going pinker.
    Laughing, Payne winked at her. Walsh, still scowling, seemed to have lost his sense of humor. Taking pity on the man, Payne stretched out his legs and redirected the conversation. “So about the other purpose of this visit…”
    Honey spoke again. “First, I want to thank you so much for giving the twins the job. If there’s ever anything I can do for you—”
    “You’ve thanked him enough,” Walsh ground out.
    “It’s no problem,” Payne added. “I need all the help I can get. That yard is a disaster.” He’d owned two successful auto and motorcycle salvage yards for several years, but the one he’d bought right before his racing accident was a disorganized mess. The new manager he’d installed was doing his best, but Honey’s twin, high school-age brother and sister spent a few hours there three afternoons a week, trying to do some general clean-up as well as match actual parts with what was listed in the database that had been maintained—poorly—by the previous owner.
    “I took a look at the computer records myself,” Walsh said.
    “He spent the entire morning there two days ago.” Honey checked something on her smart phone, probably a text coming in.
    Walsh wiggled a thumb in her direction. “Ms. Efficient rearranged my schedule and freed a few hours.”
    Payne felt both guilty and grateful. While he’d been lying about, the other man had taken time out of his work day to do Payne a favor. “Thanks. I’m frustrated as hell by the situation—”
    “It’s going to need more than your manager and a couple of teenagers to straighten out.”
    “Don’t I know it. I’m going to get Cami over there, too. And hell, it’s stupid for me to be dicking around here in the house when I’m needed at the yard. If fucking Ren