Traded (Nashville Grizzlies, #1)

by Carly Marie

No one not from Nashville understood the hell of Nashville traffic during rush hour. I thanked the small miracle that we were navigating the highway back to my place at nearly midnight and not five in the evening. Getting out of the car sooner rather than later would be better anyway. Then again, that meant getting to my house. Seth and Maz had spent hours cleaning my place with me. I’d even opened my playroom up for them to put things in. Derek had been the only one to ever see my playroom before, and my anxiety had been sky-high when I’d turned the knob to the room for them. Neither had blinked an eye. Seth had murmured something about it being cool and perfect. Maz had mentioned that the animal decorations were cute, then asked where I wanted to put my bottles and sippy cups. Most. Surreal. Conversation. Ever. After hours of cleaning, I was confident we’d found anything easily able to be found, but I wasn’t so confident that we’d gotten everything. Living alone, I didn’t always worry about putting pacifiers away or think hard when something came up missing. Who was going to find it? Braxlyn Cernak, that was who. Unfortunately, I hadn’t realized that was a possibility until late that morning, jet-lagged and sore from an exhausting week away from home.