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My heart flopped at his nearness.
We worked for a while in silence.
Deacon handed me a plate and asked quietly, “You must miss your parents.”
“I do.” He seemed bothered by that so I quickly added, “We’re a close family, but I’m sure I’ll get over it soon. It’s only been a week since I’ve been here. And what I’m doing is important.”
“Do you want to see them?”
I almost dropped the fork I’d been rinsing. “Why are you asking?”
“Reid and I need to go to Belize City tomorrow for a check up. I was thinking we could swing by your parent’s ward before they left.”
My pulse sped up.
It felt like someone was twisting every nerve in my chest.
Tears pressed the back of my eyes and the fork clattered to the edge of the sink.
“Are you serious?”
“Why?” A crooked smile. “Are you not interested?” When I remained speechless, he said, “Reid’s been a little cranky lately. It’s very important that we see his doctor.”
He was lying.
I felt it in my bones and, usually, that would turn me off but, this time, I understood why. Deacon knew I would never agree to go to Belize City if he came right out and admitted I was the only reason for the trip.
So he lied.
And I liked him for it.
I liked him even if I still didn’t know who Rhia was or who he was and what he did on those business trips and why he knew how to incapacitate a man in a single blow.
I liked him even though alarm bells were howling like crazy and red flags fluttered and tangled in the wind every time he touched me, every time he looked at me.
Before I could think it through or talk myself out of it, I pulsed on the tips of my toes and crashed my mouth against his. My fingers trailed up his muscular shoulders, holding on for dear life. My toes trembled, suffering as they carried the weight of my body.
I closed my eyes to the secrets, to the reasons why I shouldn’t, and let my feelings roll to the surface.
Only for a moment.
Only for tonight.
26
Deacon
My Angel’s kiss brought heaven to earth. Her soft, plump mouth lingered on mine, hesitant yet bold. The touch heated my skin, not because of her close-mouthed fervor but because of what it meant.
She was offering herself to me.
Angel broke the kiss and looked up, her brown eyes glistening in the light, her lips slightly parted.
She was waiting.
I slid my arms over her tiny waist, cradling her close, delighting in her curves. Her blouse fell against my arm, the cotton as tender as her kiss. My fingers brushed the softness of her belly, the bone of her hip.
Already, I felt my restraint slipping.
