Blood & Bones: Deacon (Blood Fury MC 4)

He had to be smart on how he handled this. Her. Not just be an in-your-face asshole.

So, instead, while grinding his teeth, he typed: Red or white?

Deke...

He quickly typed his next message before she could finish her response. NM. Gonna surprise U. What time?

For fuck’s sake, he sounded like a teenage boy begging a bitch to pop his fucking cherry.

See you tonight was her last response.

It took everything he had not to throw his phone against the nearby wall.

The computer screen went blurry. Reese rubbed her eyes, pinched the bridge of her nose and glanced at the time.

Holy shit, it was ten o’clock already. She had made great headway with chipping at the mountain of work she had. Now it was just a small hill. She had delegated some of the work to her paralegal and also her assistant for Monday morning.

Sometimes she had a hard time giving up work but she needed to trust her employees more. They were capable and did a good job. She just needed to learn to let go and let someone else help.

She saved the document she was working on, turned off her screen and slipped her feet into her shoes, which were under her desk.

She sighed as she spotted the half-eaten salad she had picked up at Mill Creek two doors down and brought back to eat while working. She hadn’t planned on staying this late, especially on a Saturday, but time had slipped away.

She grabbed the container and headed toward the kitchenette to dump it in the garbage. She thought about sneaking out the rear door into the parking lot since it was a faster way to get to Deacon’s truck, but the alarm panel was only at the front door and she needed to set it. It would be stupid not to and she planned on taking Sunday off. For once.

She needed it. She wanted to sleep in and maybe even take a long soak in her tub with the jets on.

Yes, that sounded like a plan. It would be the first full day of spending it with Deacon in the house. It would be interesting to see what he did all day while she was at the office.

She was surprised when he had texted her this morning, asking where she was and if she was all right. He seemed concerned, maybe even worried about her. She hadn’t had that in a long time. She’d forgotten what it was like to have someone else to check in with.

Normally, she and Reilly called each other once a week to catch up. It was weird not being able to pick up the phone and call her right now. She had to trust Deacon that she was okay.

Maybe tomorrow he could call her and put her on speaker phone. Reese just wanted to hear her sister’s voice. Even if it was just for a few minutes. Just to calm her worries.

She dumped off the soggy salad and headed through the office, set the alarm and locked the front door. It was Saturday night in a college town but even ten was a little early. Mill Creek had been busy when she stopped in for her order. Bambi had been hustling and could only shoot her a quick smile as she worked hard for her tips.

While the sidewalk was empty, she could hear the deep bass of the band playing at the bar and see a couple people out front smoking. She hooked a left into the alley and headed back to her private lot behind her building.

The parking lot was empty save for Deacon’s truck. It sat alone, reminding her that it was a Saturday night and her life was so lame right now because all she did was work instead of enjoy it.

Instead of hanging out with non-existent friends. Or relaxing at home on the deck with the glass of wine Deacon said he’d have waiting.

Instead of mindlessly petting Justice.

Maybe she needed a dog. A loyal companion. She could bring it to the office with her. It would be nice to have constant company.

Normally, she’d be going home to an empty house.

While she had bought that house for solace, lately it had become lonely.

She’d had no boyfriend since splitting with her ex-husband. No time for friends. Not even time for any hobbies. She had concentrated on her career and making the best life possible for her and her sister. Unfortunately, she’d done it all alone.

Having Deacon in the house, having sex with him, too, made her realize how lonely she had been. She simply hadn’t wanted to admit it.

She sighed and made her way through the small, dark lot. A row of thick bushes lined the right side separating the rear parking lot of Mill Creek and hers. Because there was the possibility of rowdy drunks from the bar, she always secured her leather tote over her shoulder, kept her phone in one hand and her keys tucked between the fingers of her other. However, the Ford’s “key” was just a fob on a keyring. It was useless to scratch anyone’s eyes out.