“Not tonight,” Max’s response was swift and left no room for argument.
I’d brought up going out more than once but had been shot down every time. I was still recovering, but pretty soon I’d be pushing the subject. I could only stay cooped up for so long.
Liv made a pouty face but said nothing more about it, sensing, as I did, that she wouldn’t get anywhere with Max. Not tonight anyway.
Olivia was just getting ready to leave when Max’s phone rang. “Gonna take this outside,” he muttered, rising to stalk toward the front door, his phone already pressed to his ear.
“Who calls anyone these days anyway?” Liv demanded in bafflement.
I laughed at her befuddled expression. “I wish I could go with you tonight.” I pouted as she gathered her jacket and purse.
“Me too.” She sighed. “But I’m sure Mr. Alpha will let you out of the house eventually.”
“Hopefully,” I replied with a dramatic sigh. “I know he’s just worried, but starting our dating life with constant chaperones is a total bummer.”
She snorted. “I’m sure he’s had a case of blue balls for weeks.”
I was trying to suppress a laugh when Max strode back in. “You takin’ off?” he asked Liv.
She nodded. “Thanks for letting me be a third wheel. I’ll text you later,” she told me in parting as she waved to us both and made her way for the front door.
“Take pictures tonight and send them to me!” I called after her.
“Will do,” she agreed.
“What do you feel like doing?” I asked Max once she was gone.
“That was your pop.” He gestured to his phone. “He and Cole are making a run to Vegas. I’m gonna take you to my place.”
My eyes popped wide in surprise. The idea of being with Max at his place, alone, was more than welcome, but I worried what could be going on to have my dad agree to it. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s fine. We have it handled,” he assured me. “I’ll help you gather up enough of your stuff for a few days.”
“A few days?” I squeaked.
He eyed me intently. “If I have my way, it’ll be a lot more than that.”
I wasn’t sure exactly what he meant by that and was maybe a little afraid to ask as he made his way to the stairs headed for my room. My man was on a mission, that was for sure.
I would have protested him basically lifting me into the passenger side of his truck thirty minutes later, but the thing was massive. Even without cracked ribs, I would have had trouble. It was a sweet ride with matte black paint and a black-on-black interior.
“I can’t believe I’ve never been to your house,” I marveled as we hit the road.
He shrugged. “Not many people have.” This didn’t surprise me knowing how much Max liked to keep to himself. The fact that I’d become an exception to that rule wasn’t something I’d ever take lightly, or stop reveling in.
“But I get to,” I pressed with a small smile.
He looked over at me. “Well, you’re my girl.” He stated this as fact, and I’d never get tired of hearing him say it. He raised a brow at me. “You just wanted me to say that, didn’t you?” he accused with a chuckle.
“I did,” I admitted without shame.
He simply shook his head at me as we made our way outside of town, driving well off the beaten path before pulling up in front of a lodge-style home framed by mountains and wilderness.
“Stay there,” he ordered as he parked out front, dropping down out of the driver’s seat and moving around to my side, lifting me carefully down to my feet. “I bought the place about a year ago,” he explained as I took in my surroundings. “I’ve been fixing it up, but it’s still a work in progress,” he said as two black mastiffs came bounding in our direction.
I was well acquainted with the breed as Cole and Scarlet had always had one or two, but their size still had me taking a step back.
“Heel,” Max ordered as both dogs came to a skidding stop at his feet.
“This is Boulder, but I call him Bo.” He pointed to the larger of the two. “And this is his sister, Sky.”
I quirked a brow at the names. He’d told me about his animals, but not how they got their names.
“I let Tag’s kids name them when they were younger. Fucking Paw Patrol,” he muttered with an adorably sheepish grin. I had no idea what that was but figured it was some sort of kids show. “That’s Frank. He thinks he’s a dog.” He pointed to a large tabby who was butting its head against my leg.
“Did the kids name him too?”
“I named him,” he replied, appearing affronted.
“Oh.” I laughed at his expression. “They’re cute.” I smiled sincerely.
He shrugged. “Gunner’s mom breeds Mastiffs. They guard the property. Though I gotta admit, I didn’t plan on getting them. They were just so fucking cute I couldn’t resist,” he admitted, looking nearly bashful and never more gorgeous than he was right in that moment. “And Frank, well, he turned up one day and never left,” he shared as we made our way inside.
We walked into a gorgeous great room with vaulted wood ceilings and a killer stone fireplace that went all the way to the ceiling. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcased the view of the mountain range and let in an abundance of sunshine.
“This is gorgeous,” I breathed.
“Thanks,” he replied, seeming genuinely pleased that I liked it. “Majority of the work that I still have to get to is the kitchen and bathrooms. Cole, Gunner, and Pop have been helpin’ me out.”
I looked behind him toward the open concept kitchen that, though outdated, looked fully functional. I followed him down a hall as he pointed out an empty room, save for some gym equipment, an office and a master, which was sparsely furnished with a king-sized bed, a bedside table, and a dresser.
“It’s sparse.” He chuckled as though realizing it for the first time.
I cocked a brow at his understatement. “It’s very you,” I shared, looking around the space. Despite the lack of furniture, hints of Max were everywhere, from the stack of books on the nightstand to the black frames only a few people even knew he wore for reading, to the scent of peppermint and pine that was just barely noticeable in the air. I looked over at the large king-size bed, unable to stop myself from picturing being tangled up with him there.
As though he could read my thoughts, or was having the same ones himself, he grabbed my hand, leading me back out to the kitchen. “Probably smart to get out of the bedroom.”
I didn’t agree but followed him nonetheless.
“Make yourself at home. I’m just gonna change my shirt.” He gestured to the grease all over his white tee, a consequence of helping my dad out earlier.
I nodded, watching as he strode back toward the bedroom, admiring his amazing backside as he went. The man sure could fill out a pair of jeans. I sighed dreamily, reaching down to pat Bo’s head as he sat at my side watching me with interest. “You don’t get many visitors, do you?” I asked him quietly.
Max returned a moment later, wearing a black tee and black jeans. “Sorry, they’re a bit needy. I haven’t been home much,” he admitted, eyeing both dogs, who were now clambering for my attention.