Forbidden Harmony (Harmony Falls #3) - Elizabeth Kelly Page 0,106
to Lucas. “Get the fuck out of here, asshole.”
“Stop it!” Addison glared at him. “You’re being rude.”
“I don’t fucking care. I don’t want him here with you alone,” Preacher said.
Pissed at his behaviour, she stared pointedly at him. “It’s not your decision to make.”
“Like hell it isn’t,” he said.
“Like hell it is,” she said.
“I’m gonna go.” Lucas grabbed the wrapping paper from the counter and Addison followed him toward the door, shaking off Preacher’s hand when he touched her arm.
“Lucas, I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he said.
“You don’t have to leave.”
He laughed and glanced at Preacher who was standing at the edge of the kitchen with his arms folded across his chest. “That’s nice of you to say, but I’m pretty fond of my head being exactly where it is, and if I stay any longer your boyfriend is gonna shove it right up my own ass.”
“I’m not her boyfriend,” Preacher snarled.
A healthy dose of hurt mixed in with the anger. She shoved it ruthlessly aside. Two days of Preacher being nice to her didn’t make him her boyfriend.
Lucas opened the door. “See you later, Addie.”
“Bye, Lucas.”
The minute the door was shut, she turned and glared at Preacher. “Are you freaking kidding me?”
“What?”
“You can’t just dictate who comes to my place, Simon.”
“I don’t want you alone with him. I don’t fucking trust him.”
“Lucas is a nice guy and even if you were my boyfriend, you still wouldn’t get to tell me who I can and cannot be friends with.”
“I’m not your boyfriend.”
“I know,” she said. “You’re making that perfectly clear. It’s just sex between us, I get it.”
“Why the fuck was Lucas here anyway? The lessons I’m giving you on fucking not enough? You gotta bring in a pitch hitter?”
“You asshole,” she said. “I told you I wouldn’t have sex with anyone else while we were… were together. Stop being such a dick.”
“This is who I am, sweetheart. You don’t like it, that’s not my problem.”
“This isn’t who you are,” she said. “It’s who you pretend to be because God forbid anyone should see the real Simon.”
“You know what?” He pushed away from the counter. “I don’t need this fucking bullshit. I’m done giving you sex lessons.”
“Fine by me,” she said.
He stomped past her, jerked open the door and slammed it shut behind him.
She cursed in frustration before stalking back to the kitchen. The microwave beeped and she yanked the stir fry out and set it on the counter. She stared blankly at it before bursting into tears.
* * *
“You okay? You don’t look so hot.”
Preacher glanced up from his tablet. The shimmering lights hovering at the edge of his vision brought on a dull sense of panic. “I’m fine.”
“You sure?” Nix leaned against the table. “Seriously, man, you look sick.”
He gave up trying to work and shut off his tablet. He had maybe thirty minutes before the pain started. Another wave of panic washed over him, and the shimmery light of the aura flashed briefly. “I’m getting a migraine.”
“Shit.” Nolan had joined them. “I’ll cancel your appointment for this afternoon. You want me to cancel tomorrow’s appointments too?”
“Yeah.” It was gonna be a bad one, he could tell. He had no one to blame but himself. He’d barely slept since storming out of Addison’s house three days ago and lack of sleep was his biggest trigger. He pulled out his phone and sent off a quick text to Gideon, squinting at the screen.
“He get migraines a lot?” Nix said to Nolan.
Nolan nodded. “Yeah. Fucking lays him flat on his back. You gonna go to the sheriff’s?”
Preacher nodded before squinting at his screen again. He needed to call an Uber. The pain was starting, and he wouldn’t make it to Gideon’s if he drove himself.
“Fuck,” he muttered as the throbbing in his head increased.
“Give me your phone. I’ll call you an Uber.” Nolan took his phone. “What’s the sheriff’s address again?”
Preacher mumbled out the address as the door swung open and a man wearing a cowboy hat and boots walked in.
“That’s my two thirty appointment,” Nix said. “Feel better, man.” He clapped Preacher lightly on the back before walking over and greeting the client.
Nolan handed him his phone. “Uber’s on the way. I’ll close up the shop tonight and open tomorrow.”
“Thanks, Nolan.” He felt a wave of gratitude for his apprentice. The guy might never shut the fuck up, but more than once he’d taken care of the shop when Preacher was suffering from a migraine.