Deacon started laughing.
I took that as a yes.
* * * * *
Deep in the night, I was tucked tight to Deacon’s back, arm around him, when I felt his body jerk before I felt the covers thrown off me.
“Baby, what on—?” I started.
He was off the bed and I could tell by the noises he was pulling on his jeans.
“Do not move,” he growled. “And do not fight me, Cassie. You stay up here with Bossy and don’t move.”
My heart clutched.
He bent, nabbed his tee, and stalked to the door through the dark.
“Stay with Cassie,” he ordered Bossy.
I watched through the shadows as Bossy did as she was told, sitting on her behind, but she barked at the door when Deacon closed us in.
I jumped from the bed and dashed around the room, tugging on the clothes Deacon had taken off when he’d made love to me hours before.
Then I approached the window at the side, carefully peeking through the edge of the sheers and down to the lane.
The motion sensor lights were on. By their light, I saw Raid’s jeep, a sleek, expensive looking car, a Mercedes, and an SUV that was not Deacon’s or mine.
He’d heard that cavalcade coming.
God, was his old life knocking at the door?
Bossy gave me a sharp but quiet bark and I looked down to see her at attention three feet from me.
She wanted me away from the window.
Daddy’s girl.
Still, I moved away. That settled her and she sat on her heiny until suddenly her head jerked toward the door.
She trotted to it just as it opened.
I wasn’t surprised. I, too, heard Deacon coming up the stairs.
“Cassidy, got a situation. Come down, yeah? Raid’s here. So are Knight, Marcus, Creed, and Sylvie.”
What was going on?
Before I could ask, he continued,” As well as Hanna, Knight’s woman, and Marcus’s.”
I stared.
“Woman, here,” he ordered.
His tone brooked no argument, so for once, I didn’t argue.
I went there.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room.