“Hell yeah.”
“Why would women disrespect themselves like that?”
Deacon shrugged. “That’s their business, not mine.”
“Well, you’re certainly right about me not being a sweetbutt.”
“Which is a definite turn-on for Rev.”
“If Rev is so into me, why didn’t he walk me to my car?”
“Because he’s gun-shy with women. He got his heart broken by some bitch who never deserved him.”
“That’s awful.”
Deacon tossed his cigarette to the ground and then stomped it out with his boot. “He’s better off now, but he’s been through some rough times.”
“It’s very sweet of you to be looking out for him.”
“He’s my brother. I want him to be happy,” Deacon replied, as he led me around the side of the clubhouse. When my car came into view, I quickly dug my keys out of my purse. After I popped the locked, I met Deacon’s expectant gaze.
“I think it’s best if I focus solely on Willow right now and not romance.”
His brows knitted tightly together. “So that’s a no?”
I shrugged. “I guess it’s more of a not right now. How’s that?”
“Not what I wanted to hear.”
With a laugh, I opened my car door. “Goodnight, Deacon.”
“Goodnight, Miss Evans.”
“Are you never going to call me Alexandra?”
“Maybe…just not right now,” he replied, with a crooked smile.
CHAPTER EIGHT: DEACON
When the antique cuckoo clock in the corner of the pawnshop struck three, I pushed myself out of my chair and tossed aside thePlayboyI’d been eyeing. Thanks to Willow’s school hours and Case’s insistence, I now had a new routine. Every day at three, I would stand outside the pawnshop. As I had a cigarette, I waited for Alexandra to arrive. I could count on her arriving just about the time I had lit up and taken a few drags.
I usually got treated to an eyeful of her legs since she always wore skirts and dresses to teach in. A cloud of her sweetsmelling perfume would hit my nostrils as I escorted her in the clubhouse to a waiting Willow. I’d spend the next two hours shuffling around the clubhouse, keeping an eye on the door to the “classroom” that Mama Liz had insisted the boys and I construct.
Three days into this new schedule found me propped up on a bar stool, bored as hell, and frustrated as hell since Cheyenne had been eye-fucking me all afternoon. Finally, I gave up and escaped to the bathroom to pour some cold water on my half-mast dick. After all, there was no way I could sneak away for a quickie with Cheyenne when I was supposed to be keeping an eye on Alex.
When I returned, Willow stood at the bar, flashing a paper at Cheyenne who gave her a look of disinterest. In Cheyenne’s world, if you didn’t have a dick or a cut, you weren’t much use to her. At the sight of me, she did manage to give Willow a beaming smile. For some reason, it made me angry that she couldn’t give my kid any welcome attention when I wasn’t in the room.
“Look, Deacon, look at what I made on my test!” Willow cried, dancing around me. I opened my mouth to say something when she continued rattling on. “Miss Alex said this is some of the work that first graders are doing, and I’m really smart to be able to do it already.”
“That’s fucking amazing!”
Willow’s lips turned down in a frown. “Language, Deacon.”
I fought the urge to roll my eyes. “I’m sorry. I was just so proud I couldn’t help myself.”
A beaming smile lit up Willow’s face. “Really?”
“Damn straight.”
