Sheesh.
“Shut up, let me go, and go to sleep,” I bossed.
“And I know you because I know you’re bein’ bossy right now not because you’re my Cassie boss, which you are, but because I’m right and you’re not willin’ to concede because you’re fuckin’ stubborn.”
“I think I prefer silent, speaks with his eyes and actions Deacon.”
“Kiss him good-bye, baby, and don’t bitch. You opened the floodgates.”
“Ugh,” I grunted. “Time to build a time machine.”
“Stop amusing me and settle in, woman. We got gutters to take care of tomorrow.”
We did.
Why did that make me happy?
I didn’t let on.
I mumbled, “Oh, all right,” shut up, and settled in.
When I did, Deacon’s arm around me gave me a squeeze and again, he was right. I knew him.
Because I knew that arm squeeze came along with Deacon smiling.
That also made me happy.
I again didn’t let on.
“Now I’m freaked out about us discussing playing,” I said to the room.
I heard Deacon’s head move on the pillow and I knew it was him digging it in so he could say to the headboard, “Jesus.”
“Just saying,” I muttered.
“You think I’d ever do anything to you that you wouldn’t like?” he asked.
I was an idiot.
“No.”
“You got nothing to worry about.”
“Okay.”
“Now go to sleep.”
“Your wish is my command.”
That got another arm squeeze, this one I read as amused and annoyed.
It also got another “Jesus.”
I was right. I heard it in his tone.
Amused and annoyed.
I grinned at his chest.