Crossroads (Beautiful Biker MC Romance Series) - DD Prince Page 0,64

now. Not Christian?”

I ignored that and how the tone of his voice made my belly take a swoop. What I wanted to say was ‘yeah, because Forker sounds like fucker and that’s what you are. A fucker.’ But I didn’t say it, because as silence stretched between us, his face was gentle.

I had to get out from under the uncomfortable spotlight it felt like I was under.

“What’s your problem?” he asked, finally, looking perplexed.

Was he for real?

“My problem? I came up here to get away from my problems. One of them just decided to fucking show up.”

He stared, expression unreadable to me, one eyebrow up. Way up. I flung my hands up in the air animatedly.

“There’s beer in the fridge. 7-up. Sandwich stuff I brought up, potato salad. Help yourself.” I gestured to the fridge. “I woulda been an accommodating hostess making the bed and making you a sandwich if you hadn’t decided to be an asshole. Excuse me, please.”

He did not move. He stared at me and if I wasn’t mistaken, he looked a little bit puzzled.

“Are you gonna move?” I snapped.

“I’d rather stand here ‘n watch you make me a sandwich,” he said, deadpan.

I narrowed my eyes at him.

“And I fucked up. If I’d kept my mouth shut, coulda watched you bend over to make my bed.”

I folded my arms across my chest.

His eyes dropped to my cleavage.

“I’m about two seconds from stomping on your foot,” I informed.

He looked down and chuckled.

And the deep baritone of it made the little hairs on the back of my neck stand up. It was a nice sound. His massive shoulders jiggling as he did made it even nicer.

“That wouldn’t get you the best results since you’re in Pom Pom socks and I’m in steel-toed boots.”

“Well, I’d make the effort anyway. Move.”

He stared.

“You wanted to make it clear you didn’t want my attention, so I stop giving it and now you’re bein’ like this? What the fuck is this?” I snapped.

His cockiness melted off his face. He moved just enough for me to get by.

I stomped back down the hall with my phone and the charging cord and slammed the door and went to bed.

But, did I sleep?

Not for hours.

Hours I tossed. Hours I stared into the void. I heard kitchen sounds at first and knew he was making a sandwich. And then I heard the water running in the kitchen, the water running in the bathroom, the toilet flushing, the sound of him going down the basement stairs, and then coming back up immediately before the sound of him directly across the hall.

I needed noise. I needed one of those noise machine things or something because with no television in the room, I was listening for any noise and listening far too much to the noise in my own head.

I turned over and threw the blanket over my head.

And then my phone rang.

I answered it in the dark. It was 3:31 AM.

Deacon calling…

I debated letting it go to voicemail, but found I just couldn’t. It could be an emergency. It could also be that he was worried about me and I didn’t want him to be.

“Hello?” I croaked out before clearing my throat.

“You good?” my brother’s voice sounded hoarse, too.

“Not really.”

“Couldn’t sleep. Did I wake you up?” he asked.

“No.”

“You at the cabin?”

“Yeah.”

“Be safe,” he said softly.

“Mm hm.” I said, feeling myself get choked up.

“Really fuckin’ pissed at you, little sister. But, it’s because we love you and we don’t want nothin’ hurtin’ you. You’re a gorgeous girl and this calendar is gonna bring a lot of unwanted attention. Likely, it’ll bring all of us some bruised knuckles, too. We don’t want more enemies right now, especially with not knowing what’s up with the enemy we already got.”

I shrugged in the dark. Obviously he couldn’t see that.

“We’re all comin’ to terms with the fact you’re growin’ up, Jojo.”

“Oh, you are, are you? Like at Easter when you illustrated that to me by beating up that prospect for making out with your little sister?” I laughed sardonically. “Bullshit, Deacon. Bull. Fucking. Shit.” Tears made wobbly trails down my cheeks.

“All right, you might have a point,” he said softly. “But, you didn’t need to pull something like this to rub our noses in it. We’re gonna have a whole fuckin’ year of dealing with the fall out. You really wanted to stick it to all of us, didn’t you? You’re that angry?”

I shook my head, pointlessly. A year? Maybe. Unless I made a re-appearance