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“Take it down a notch, big man,” I warned. “Orion’ll have your head if he hears you talking to her that way, and you know it.”

“I’m not afraid of—”

I scoffed. “Booth, quit. I’ll go home with Raquel if you don’t calm the fuck down.”

He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow.

I turned back to Raquel. “I’ll stay… for now.”

“Okay.” She glared up at Wrath but talked directly to me. “Text me if that changes.”

“Apologize to Raquel,” I ordered Wrath.

“What the fuck?” Wrath hissed.

I cocked my head. “You heard me.”

Wrath dropped his head back and swore at theceiling.

“She has to go, Booth,” I pressed.

He lowered his head again, glancing at me before focusing back on Raquel. “I apologize.”

“For?” I challenged.

“Seriously?”

“As a heart attack,” I retorted.

“I apologize for being rude.”

“Thank you,” Raquel said, obviously trying not to burst out laughing. She pulled me in for a hug. “You’ve got balls of steel, bestie.”

“Hewillbe trained,” I whispered back.

She chuckled, then walked away, and I followed Wrath up the stairs and into his room. He was muttering the entire way about women and their bullshit, but I couldn’t stop a grin, considering I’d just gotten a rare apology out of him, and it hadn’t taken much in the way of cajoling.

Walking into his room, I stalled. “Where are my bags?”

He smiled slowly, stepping to what appeared to be a bookshelf next to his closet that hadn’t been there when I’d left what seemed like forever ago.

He pulled back a book and a hidden door opened. “In your room.”

“Myroom?”

He opened the door and waved his hand, and I stepped into a room that appeared to have been renovated exactly how I would have dreamed it to be. Ergo, it was obviously not done overnight.

I let out a tiny gasp. “What the hell?”

“Everything in this space is made from recyclable,sustainable, hemp shit,” Wrath said. “Raquel brought everything from your old townhouse including your bed. Obviously, we still need to paint and tile the bathroom, but we’ve been waiting for you to get home so you can pick out what you want. Raquel says there’s a local place that has crystals we can use for backsplashes and—”

Before he could finish his sentence, I wrapped my arms around his waist, sliding my arms under his cut and up his back. “When did you do this?”

“Raquel did this.”

“Wrath, this room used to be storage and there was no bathroom attached to it.”

“So?”


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