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“That’s not helping his cause.” I growled.
“Dillon has called the police.” He told me. “I need you to give me the gun and get inside.”
Lifting my foot, the man gasped and flopped to his back, breathing deeply.
“It’s licensed.” I explained.
The police came and Carter told them I was a guest at the house when the intruder hit. They took his word for it and carted off the wounded man to the hospital in handcuffs. The boys were shaken up and I couldn’t say I blamed them.
We sat around—Carter offered them snacks then Dillon wouldn’t go back to bed unless Eli stayed in his room, and I stayed with them until he fell asleep. While it wasn’t a part of my job, I agreed and when he was finally sleeping, clutching Eli’s hand, I turned out the lights and exited the room.
“Is he sleeping?” Carter handed me a crystal glass with brown liquid.
I sniffed it. “Yeah.”
Knocking it back, I headed for the door.
“Just for—my own curiosity.” He called.
I stopped and glanced at him over a shoulder.
“What happened earlier—when we were on the deck.” I paused.
“Yes?”
“You do know what I wanted, right?” Carter continued. “What would have happened if we weren’t interrupted.”
“Yes.”
“And would you have allowed me to?”
“Yes.”
I stepped through the door then and pulled it up behind me. Being honest with him wasn’t something I wanted to do—not in that scenario anyway. Those were the types of things I should usually keep to myself.
But there was something in his voice that drew the truth from my lips, and I couldn’t seem to understand why he was so different to my mind.
It felt as if I had barely fallen asleep when someone was knocking on my door. It was Saturday, which meant I was off duty. Still, I hauled on a pair of shorts and a tank and wandered down the steps just as the person knocked again.
Dillon looked up at me when I opened the door, and I rubbed my eyes.
“What time is it?” I asked.
“Just after seven.”
“On a Saturday? Why are you awake at this time?” I asked. “Youaresixteen, right?”
He laughed. “Yes, I’m sixteen. But dad is going off with uncle Charlie today to meet with a potential new client, and he wanted to know if you’d like to have breakfast with us.”
“Um—” I craned my neck to look by him to the main house. “Your dad wants me to have—um—”
I pushed some air out my mouth.
“I know last night wasn’t the best of anything.” Dillon spoke up. “And I know I was a little bit of a jerk before—but I’d like you to have breakfast with us too.”
“Do I have some time to shower?”
“Sure!” He lit up. “I’ll let dad know you’re coming.”
