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thing I have it. You wouldn’t fit on a regular king.”
    “Yeah, that’s true enough. That bed at the hotel sucked. I had to sleep diagonally.”
    Laine nodded, that much was true. Dev had thrashed around half the night, then finally picked Laine up and laid him on top of him so he could stretch out without crowding Laine off the bed. “I usually move around a lot. I’m not one to stay still when I sleep. That’s a warning by the way. You’ll likely wake up with bruises from sleeping with me.”
    “Then I guess I’ll just have to let you sleep on top of me like last night. You didn’t move around too much then.”
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    Laine hung up another pair of Dev’s slacks in the closet and reached for a shirt out of the suitcase. “That could work. Only, I don’t know how much sleep either of us would actually get.”
    “Lainey, come sit down. You’ve been puttering around here since we walked in the door. You don’t have to hang up my clothes.”
    “I can’t sit.” Laine sniffed. If he didn’t stay busy until dinner, he’d start thinking about the shop again.
    And then he’d get all mad and weepy. “Your clothes will wrinkle.”
    “No, they won’t. They’ve been in that suitcase for almost a week. And what if they do? I have a travel iron.”
    Laine shrugged and grabbed the last of Dev’s pants. “It’s no problem. I like the idea of your stuff being in my closet.”
    “Good, because a lot more of my stuff is going to be there until we can get a house built. Are you going to come back to Dallas with me when I have to go? Help me pack stuff up?”
    Laine closed the closet. He needed to clean out a dresser drawer for Dev’s socks and underwear.
    “Yeah. I can get Grammy to manage the shop for me for a few weeks.” Maybe he could even afford to pay some security guards to hang out at the store and protect Grammy and the girls from Victor’s goons.
    He sighed and started towards the dresser. He didn’t want to think about it yet.
    Dev sat up on the bed, snagged Laine’s arm and pulled him down. He landed with an “umph” on top of Dev.
    Dev nipped his bottom lip. “Much better.”
    He gave Dev a weak smile, kissed his lips and tried to get up.
    Dev tightened his hold. “Nope, I’m not letting you go. You’ve been moping around here since we got here. If all you were going to do is clean, we could have stayed and helped Serena and Beth. Talk to me.
    I know you’re upset about the shop. You kept me from going and ripping Victor’s head off by telling me you needed to come home. We’re here, Victor is still in one piece and I’m not even stomping around throwing a temper tantrum, so talk to me.”
    Laine grinned. Yeah, Dev not killing Victor immediately was something. He’d wanted to…bad. Laine had stopped him by telling him that he didn’t feel well and really needed to go home; which wasn’t a lie, he hadn’t—still didn’t—feel well. So Dev had brought him here.
    Laine dropped his head down on Dev’s chest, listening to his mate’s heartbeat. “I feel…violated. I know that sounds cliché, but I do.”
    “Yeah, I can imagine. If you’d let me kill Victor, you’d feel better.”
    “That’s just the thing, Dev. What if you can’t? He doesn’t fight fair. He’s probably just waiting on you.
    He probably had them destroy Flower Lane just so you’d come charging after him.”
    Dev nodded. “I’m sure that’s exactly what he planned. I let you talk me out of going. I’m not stupid, Laine,” Dev growled.
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    Laine lifted his head. “I didn’t think you were. But I’ve dealt with Victor and—” Laine shook his head, the tears threatening. Damn Victor. “Let’s just leave. Why don’t I move to Texas with you?”
    “If you run from this, you’ll regret it.”
    “I’ve been running from it since it started. The only thing I regret is not running further. I should have moved years ago.” He sat up, straddling Dev’s hips, begging Dev to understand with his eyes. He didn’t want his mate to think him a coward, but he’d rather Dev think him a wimp than to get killed.
    Dev smiled and reached up, caressing Laine’s cheek. “You have me now. You don’t have to run.
    Besides, if you ran you’d spend all your time worried about the people you’d left here. You can’t move everyone you