Weasel knew he was playing with fire by offering the job to Renee. The truth was his heart was breaking that she felt so out of luck and split into two. Having her around the house would be hard as hell given the fact he wanted her desperately.

But he could control himself; at least that was what he told himself. It might be a totally different story when his control was snapping.

It had been a week since he offered her the position. She was moving in today, and fuck if he didn’t anticipate it. Vengeance had seemed surprised that she was leaving so soon, and even more shocked that she was moving into Weasel’s place.

Weasel had been able to keep his amusement in check when Renee stammered out to her brother that she was only there as the help.

No, she wasn’t just the help. She would be his. It would just be a matter of time.

He walked over to the window and saw Vengeance pulling into the driveway. Weasel’s house was small, only two bedrooms, but it was plenty big for Renee and him.

Over time the club would get the stick out of their ass and welcome Renee back, especially with Vengeance patching things up with her. Yeah, she screwed up by offending the club, but no matter what, she was still family and family was thicker than anything else.

He stepped out of the house and onto the porch just as Vengeance pulled his SUV to a stop in front of the stairs. Renee got out of the back seat, the two bags that held her possessions in hand. She looked so damn good his dick threatened to give a mighty jerk and become a stiff rod between his legs.

Constance was the next to get out of the passenger seat, her smile wide as she looked at him. Constance was good for Vengeance, really damn good. The Patch had changed since being with his old lady, and it was for the better. He was still hardened biker, but the empathy he felt, the love that his woman gave him, made him a better man.

And Weasel wanted that someday.

He looked at Renee after that thought, knowing that yeah, he did want that, but only with one woman.

He only wanted that with Renee.

Weasel took three steps off the porch and went up to meet them. He took the bags out of Renee’s hands, grinned at her, and willed his cock to stay down. It was painful as hell, though, because the fucker was itching to get hard.

But he was good at controlling himself, at least he had been. Renee living under the same roof as him might change that.

“You guys staying for a drink?” Weasel asked.

“Nah. We’ve got some errands to run.” Vengeance came around the front of the car and wrapped his arm around Constance, pulling her in tightly. “I’m taking my woman furniture shopping.”

It would’ve been funny as hell to see a big ass biker talking about buying furniture, but Vengeance looked so damn happy that Weasel could only grin in return.

After they bullshitted for about five minutes Vengeance and Constance left, leaving Renee standing right beside him.

Weasel glanced over at Renee and wondered if she was nervous. Without thinking, because all he wanted to do was be there for her, he placed his hand on the center of her back and rubbed up and down. She was tense under his touch, but after a few seconds she relaxed and glanced over at him.

“You doing okay?” he asked her, knowing she felt out of place. That would change, though.

She turned and faced him. “I’m fine. I just don’t want to feel like this is a handout. You know what I mean?”

He grinned. “Sweetheart, just wait until you see the wreck my house is in. If you still think it’s a handout, then we can talk.” He started laughing and they both headed inside.

Hell, she might run screaming in the other direction when she saw the state his place was in. Truth was he wasn’t a good housekeeper, and when he was at his home he wanted to relax and not worry about picking shit up.

He pushed open the door and let her walk in first. He couldn’t help but grin at the way her body tensed. Yeah, right about now she was probably realizing this wasn’t a handout at all.

“Holy shit, Weasel.” She glanced around and stared at him with wide eyes. “You weren’t kidding about the wreck.”

He chuckled and walked in, shutting the door behind them.

Weasel set her bags down and watched as she walked around. “And I don’t have food in the house, nothing probably edible anymore, so your duties will also be going to the store.” She turned and faced him, this stoic expression on her face.

“Nothing edible?” She wrinkled her nose. “I’m not surprised.” She started laughing then.

“Let me show you to the room you’ll have.” The house was small as fuck, and the sweet scent of her seemed to fill it immediately. He showed her the room, watched as she stepped in, and right about now he felt stupid as fuck.

His house was so fucking gross, and he’d brought the woman he wanted here. Shit, he’d never brought a female here, so he felt out of place.

She turned and faced him, and her smile had him relaxing. “Well, looks like I have my work cut out for me.”

It was going to be fucking hell keeping his hands off her.