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Chapter Twelve
I was sad that Kit and Harmony only stayed one night with us before they headed home. But they had doctors’ visits and things they needed to organize to get this whole baby making process moving. I understood, I just missed her.
It was hard when Harmony moved to be with Kit. But we both knew that they were meant to be together, there was no question or doubts about it. He made her happy, just like Op made me happy, and I would deal with the distance between us if it meant that we both had these men in our lives.
After dropping off Harlyn at school Monday morning, I was heading home when my cell dinged with a text message. I pulled over, thinking it could be Op needing something at the club, or Rose freaking out about the meeting that they were having this afternoon with regards to Jayla’s custody hearing.
They’d asked Optimus and me to join them for support as this would be the first face to face with the people who were trying to take Jayla from their lives. I knew there was no way Blizzard was going to stand for that. It was going to be tense, there was no doubt about it. But it had to be done, and I would support them in whatever way I could until Jay was permanently part of the club.
Looking at my cell, I was surprised to see who the message was from.
Deacon:You have time for coffee at the diner? Got some things for you.
Deacon and I had kept in touch regularly since all the drama happened between him and the club. I knew Optimus wasn’t fond of the relationship we’d built, but he understood my need to keep Deacon in my life. He was a connection to my past that until it reared its head, I never knew I needed.
I checked the time and noted that I had plenty to spare before I needed to be at the clubhouse. The meeting wasn’t until 2:00 p.m.
Me:Be there in 5.
I made a quick detour around to May’s Diner. By the time I’d struggled out of the car, Deacon was pulling up in his police cruiser.
“Hey…” he grinned, “…looking good there.”
I glared at him across the roof of his car. “Shut your mouth.”
Today I’d struggled into a loose fitting pair of yoga pants and a baggy shirt. I wasn’t exactly happy about the outfit, but my legs desperately needed shaving and up until recently, I’d still been able to do them myself. But not anymore. I tried, which almost ended in me toppling out the shower door and onto the floor. Realizing that it just wasn’t going to happen, and having a little cry to myself, I made a mental note to ask Op to do them for me when I got back.
Obviously, I wasn’t planning on seeing anyone or getting out of the car between the club and the school, so this was an unfortunate situation I would have to put on my big girl panties and deal with it.
“You want coffee?” Deacon asked, trying desperately to hold his laughter as we found a booth and I barely managed to squeeze inside.
“I can’t drink coffee, caffeine is bad apparently,” I grunted. “But I’ll have a milkshake. Strawberry.”
“On it.” He nodded and went to the counter to order.
“So… to what do I owe the pleasure today?” I asked when he returned and slipped into the booth opposite me. Deacon was a good looking guy. Okay, more than good looking. Maybe ruggedly handsome. But my attraction to him was non-existent anymore. I guess I saw him almost like a brotherly figure now.
“So my dad was cleaning out his garage, going through boxes and shit so he could send unwanted clothes and toys to the shelters,” Deacon explained as he leaned forward and fished into his back pocket. “And he found these.” He placed some photos on the table in front of me.
I leaned forward, trying to make out the people in the picture as it was obviously old and a little worn. There were two men standing side by side, both grinning widely at the camera with one arm over each other’s shoulder.
“That’s my dad,” Deacon offered, pointing his finger at the man on the right side.
Now I could see the resemblance. The sharp bone structure, the deep set brow.
“He looks like you,” I said, looking up with a soft smile.
Deacon chuckled. “Yeah, he looks pretty good still now. It’s nice to know I’ll likely age gracefully.”
Our orders were placed down on the table, and I instantly picked up my milkshake and placed the straw in my mouth.
“You don’t get it yet?” He laughed, taking a sip of his coffee.
I frowned at him. “I didn’t know there was something to get.” Maybe it was my baby brain, or maybe he just hadn’t made it clear enough, but I was confused.
He sighed deeply, shaking his head with a smile. “That’s my dad and his best friend… your father, Chelsea.”
I choked on the liquid that was slipping down my throat, and Deacon was instantly at my side, patting my back to try and help me clear the airway. “Breathe… God, don’t tell Optimus I almost killed you with a milkshake.”
