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shit out of him.
    “Kane!” The sound of my name coming off her lips had me going from picturing her slapping the shit out of him, to me, and I didn’t even say anything this time. “My bags,” she said sweetly, too sweetly.
    Huffing over, I grabbed the remaining two bags that were fucking heavy as shit. “What do you got in here, a collection of dead bodies?” I asked, walking up behind her.
    “Keep pissing me off, and you’ll be one of them,” she said, before heading up the stairs that led to B’s home.
     

 
    CHAPTER 5
     
    Caroline
     
    I followed my father up the stairs, our shoes clonking on the hard wood. Glancing behind me, I saw that Kane was dutifully carrying my bags. As we entered the apartment that was above the bar, I moved aside so Kane could get in all the way.
    My father gestured around. “This is the living area. Over there is the kitchen. It’s small, but we’ve got the huge one down stairs if you really want to cook anything.”
    The room was small for both the living area and kitchen, if you could even call it that.
    There was one couch and a chair that faced a huge TV. Behind that was a small table with two stools. The kitchen was a sink, two cabinets, and a small refrigerator. On the cramped counter sat a microwave and coffee pot.
    “Come on, I’ll show you your room,” Dad said.
    Grabbing both my very heavy bags, Kane followed along behind us silently, for once since I’d met him. I didn’t want to, but I watched in total guilty pleasure as his muscles flexed when he picked up my bags. Running my eyes up his arms, I caught him watching me as well.
    “Like what you see?” he asked, once my father was down the hall.
    “You repulse me, so no,” I said, turning on my heel to follow my father.
    “What do you think?” Dad asked. “You have your own bathroom, those doors lead to a balcony off the back.”
    This room is huge! The bed had to be king sized and beautifully made. There was enough room for a love seat and full desk. I walked over to the bathroom, which was completely remodeled and updated. There was a huge soaking tub and glass shower.
    Stepping up to the French doors, I couldn’t help but smile. The view wasn’t what I was used to. It was nothing but farmland and mountains in the distance, but it was breathtaking.
    “Dad, this is insanely nice.”
    Nodding in agreement he draped his arm over my shoulder. “I’ve been working on it for the past few months, getting it ready for you. You can thank Kara for all the decorations.”
    I took another glance around. It was like the room was pulled from a magazine.
    “B! Get down here. I need you to sign for this.” We all heard Kara yell from down stairs.
    Kissing my forehead, he hugged me again. “I’m so happy you finally decided to come out here. I’ve missed you so much.”
    As he exited from my room I was left standing there, feeling guilty. Why had it taken me this long to come visit him? I was a horrible daughter, that’s why .
    Kane cleared his voice, gaining my attention. I looked over at him. He was still holding my bags.
    “I guess just leave them there,” I said pointing to the floor. Dropping them, he held out his hand, wiggling his fingers. I sighed. “I’m not tipping you, so you can stop begging.”
    Reaching out to feel the lushness of the bedding, I didn’t notice that he had moved and was now across from me on the other side of the bed.
    “I never have to beg,” he stated, placing both hands on my new bed. He leaned across it with a downright scrumptious look on his face.
    I too leaned farther toward the middle of the bed. He licked his lips seductively the closer I got. I swear I even heard him growl.
    “Can I tell you a secret?” I asked, whispering. He nodded. I reached out and ran my hand down his stubbly cheek. “You are--” I paused for a dramatic effect, “--never stepping foot in this room again. You may have tons of ‘groupies,’ but I’m not one of them, and I’ll never be