Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 87721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
I clear my throat. “Are you sure?”
“One hundred percent. I have shit to do, Anna.”
“Typical fucking Deacon,” I mutter, but make sure to keep my voice loud enough for him to hear.
He huffs an indignant, humorless laugh but he still doesn’t look at me.
“Thanks,” I hiss, but when I turn to leave, I’m reminded of the sores I have on my bare feet.
“What the hell happened to you?”
I don’t even have to turn back to know his eyes are on me. I can feel them drilling into my back like heated lasers.
Before I can tell him to fuck off, he grunts.
“Jude can you take care of this.”
This.
Like I’m a nuisance, and he can’t wait to be rid of me. Yep, definitely a mistake coming here.
If it were humanly possible, steam would be rolling out of my ears with how pissed he’s making me. Apparently, it’s only his looks that have changed. Now he’s not just forty more pounds of muscle, but clearly, he’s twice the asshole I remember as well.
“Really?” I ask as I turn back to face him.
I wonder how much jail time I’d get if I clawed his damn eyes out.
“Tell me about Dani’s involvement with other men,” Deacon demands before the guy on the sofa across the room can make it in our direction. He pauses, almost comically once Deacon begins talking again.
I glare at him. “Her relationships with men are not any of your damn business.”
How shitty of a friend does it make me if I tell him I haven’t spoken to her at length for quite a while, and I don’t have a clue who she’s been dating? Some damn best friend I am, right?
“Jealousy didn’t look good on you fifteen years ago, and it still isn’t winning you any awards no matter how strong your damn jaw is now.”
Internally, I kick myself for letting that slip out.
Deacon’s lip twitches, but the fire never stops burning in his eyes. His face returns to anger when someone on the other side of the room tries to cover a laugh with a cough. If I had to put money on it, I’d say Brooks was the culprit. He seems like the type to enjoy winding this man up.
My back stiffens, and I hope it makes him believe my refusal to give him any information.
“I’m not a jealous ex, Anna,” he seethes. “You called me for help, remember? Dani wasn’t the one injured in the condo. I’ve had one of my guys try to reach out to her and the cops answered her phone from inside her apartment. They don’t know where she is. Do you?”
He had one of his guys try to call her.
For some reason that seems to make a lot of difference right now. Maybe I was mistaken on the jealousy.
I look down at my own phone in my hands. I hadn’t tried to call my best friend because I was so certain that she was the one being taken to the hospital. Knowing the police have her phone will keep me from ever calling her number again.
“Where is she?” I ask like he didn’t just tell me he didn’t know.
“Anna,” he growls.
Knowing that I’m irritating him just as much as he’s irritating me makes me stupidly giddy. Just like old times.
“Who was the guy in her condo? Is she dating thugs now?” He shakes his head on a huff. “I wouldn’t put it past her. Slumming has always been her kind of thing.”
I could argue with him, remind him that he’s the only man without money Dani ever showed an interest in, but right now doesn’t seem like the time. It was always a point of contention between the two.
“I don’t know who it was. I thought it was her, remember?”
This conversation is going absolutely nowhere.
“If it wasn’t Dani, then I’m just going to go home.”
I don’t exactly relish the idea of walking out of here on bare, injured feet, but the fear I felt in my apartment earlier has been replaced with anger at being around Deacon once again, and that’s enough irritation to keep me going for a lifetime. The relief that it isn’t Dani also makes my lungs seize and my eyes burn with unshed tears. I’d like to have my breakdown in private because I don’t put it past this jerk to gain comic relief from my pain.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he snaps before I can even get fully turned away from him.
“Excuse me.” I spin around and nearly lose my balance. Deacon lifts an arm to catch me, but I’m lucky enough to manage it on my own without him putting his hand on me. I wouldn’t be able to stand even that miniscule amount of help from him.
“You’re hurt—”
“Blisters from shoes aren’t exactly a fatal wound.”
“—and until we know what the hell—”