snore.
Knock, knock, knock, a set of knuckles beat against the bedroom door.
“Get the fuck up. I’ve lived with you long enough to know your real snore is a hell of a lot more annoying.”
I blinked my eyes open and sighed.
“Damn, I didn’t get much sleep last night. Give a girl a break.” I twisted out of bed, realizing how stiff my hip was. I didn’t use my cane last night, determined that Ethan wouldn’t see how badly I was hurt.
An irritated Deacon stood there with her hands crossed over her chest. “You would’ve gotten some sleep if you hadn’t snuck out in the middle of the night like some crazy teenager.”
I shifted my eyes from her. The one thing I sucked at was lying. I was incapable of getting by with a lie. “What?”
“Don’t lie to me,” she said and tossed an envelope in my lap. “You forgot this in my car.”
I picked it up and saw that she had opened it. I glanced up at her, crushed. I was not ready to learn what the baby was. If I was going to give him up for adoption, I didn’t need to get any more attached. “You know?”
“Yeah, I thought it was some mail I left in the car . . .”
“Don’t say what it said. Please, don’t tell me.” I interrupted her and begged. “Not even Sarah.” I was desperate.
Deacon sat down beside me. “You went to find him. Didn’t you?”
My eyes closed as I nodded my head. “His brother came right before you got home.”
“Here,” Deacon said and handed back the ultrasound picture.
“It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t want me. He made it clear.” I bored my eyes into hers. “Please don’t tell me what the baby is.”
“The jerk needs to know he has a baby on the way. A baby he’s responsible for.”
“I’m not a charity case. I can take care of myself.”
“I’m not arguing that fact. But the day he knocked you up, you became his responsibility. He might not be the most noble of men, but I firmly believe he takes care of what is his.” She combed her fingers through my hair. “Don’t drive anymore. I’ll take you anywhere and not judge. But right now you can hardly move your right leg and still take pain meds daily. We don’t need you in anymore wrecks.”
“Maybe, the next one will knock some sense into me.” I nervously laughed. Deacon had done everything to make it easier on me, but nothing was easy when you couldn’t remember parts of your life and the parts you did remember were too painful to comprehend.
“If that was the case, I’d knock you upside the head myself.” Deacon patted my knee and stood up. “Going to grab a sandwich and head back to work. Behave.”
I picked up the laptop off the bedside table to check my emails but found myself typing Ethan Asher in the Google search bar instead. Nothing about The Dungeon popped up, but an impressive list of court cases did show up. Ethan was a lawyer, and by the look of his biography, a damn good one.
A loud thump at the door interrupted my reading. I stopped my snooping of Ethan and went to open the door.
“Can you ever remember your keys?” I yelled at Deacon sure she had locked herself out again.
I yanked on the door and was not expecting what I saw. It was Ethan. He stood there with his hands crammed into his hip-hugging jeans. He reached up and tugged a pair of Ray-Bans off his face. I wished he would have put them back on. The gold flecks in his brown eyes were breathtaking and made it hard to think.
“Hello, my Privy,” he said and glanced over my fleece pajamas. He paused over the tear on my left knee. “I love the new look.” Ethan was nervous. Ethan didn’t do nervous well.
“Um, uh.” I shrugged unsure why he was there. “What are you doing here?”
“Dylan.” His eyes closed. “You asked me to lunch.”
I swallowed to relieve the lump in my throat. Did that mean he did crawl into my bed the night before? It
Knock, knock, knock, a set of knuckles beat against the bedroom door.
“Get the fuck up. I’ve lived with you long enough to know your real snore is a hell of a lot more annoying.”
I blinked my eyes open and sighed.
“Damn, I didn’t get much sleep last night. Give a girl a break.” I twisted out of bed, realizing how stiff my hip was. I didn’t use my cane last night, determined that Ethan wouldn’t see how badly I was hurt.
An irritated Deacon stood there with her hands crossed over her chest. “You would’ve gotten some sleep if you hadn’t snuck out in the middle of the night like some crazy teenager.”
I shifted my eyes from her. The one thing I sucked at was lying. I was incapable of getting by with a lie. “What?”
“Don’t lie to me,” she said and tossed an envelope in my lap. “You forgot this in my car.”
I picked it up and saw that she had opened it. I glanced up at her, crushed. I was not ready to learn what the baby was. If I was going to give him up for adoption, I didn’t need to get any more attached. “You know?”
“Yeah, I thought it was some mail I left in the car . . .”
“Don’t say what it said. Please, don’t tell me.” I interrupted her and begged. “Not even Sarah.” I was desperate.
Deacon sat down beside me. “You went to find him. Didn’t you?”
My eyes closed as I nodded my head. “His brother came right before you got home.”
“Here,” Deacon said and handed back the ultrasound picture.
“It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t want me. He made it clear.” I bored my eyes into hers. “Please don’t tell me what the baby is.”
“The jerk needs to know he has a baby on the way. A baby he’s responsible for.”
“I’m not a charity case. I can take care of myself.”
“I’m not arguing that fact. But the day he knocked you up, you became his responsibility. He might not be the most noble of men, but I firmly believe he takes care of what is his.” She combed her fingers through my hair. “Don’t drive anymore. I’ll take you anywhere and not judge. But right now you can hardly move your right leg and still take pain meds daily. We don’t need you in anymore wrecks.”
“Maybe, the next one will knock some sense into me.” I nervously laughed. Deacon had done everything to make it easier on me, but nothing was easy when you couldn’t remember parts of your life and the parts you did remember were too painful to comprehend.
“If that was the case, I’d knock you upside the head myself.” Deacon patted my knee and stood up. “Going to grab a sandwich and head back to work. Behave.”
I picked up the laptop off the bedside table to check my emails but found myself typing Ethan Asher in the Google search bar instead. Nothing about The Dungeon popped up, but an impressive list of court cases did show up. Ethan was a lawyer, and by the look of his biography, a damn good one.
A loud thump at the door interrupted my reading. I stopped my snooping of Ethan and went to open the door.
“Can you ever remember your keys?” I yelled at Deacon sure she had locked herself out again.
I yanked on the door and was not expecting what I saw. It was Ethan. He stood there with his hands crammed into his hip-hugging jeans. He reached up and tugged a pair of Ray-Bans off his face. I wished he would have put them back on. The gold flecks in his brown eyes were breathtaking and made it hard to think.
“Hello, my Privy,” he said and glanced over my fleece pajamas. He paused over the tear on my left knee. “I love the new look.” Ethan was nervous. Ethan didn’t do nervous well.
“Um, uh.” I shrugged unsure why he was there. “What are you doing here?”
“Dylan.” His eyes closed. “You asked me to lunch.”
I swallowed to relieve the lump in my throat. Did that mean he did crawl into my bed the night before? It
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