Deacon(217)

“No offense taken,” I replied.

She looked back at the men and did more shooing.

I led the women up the stairs with their kids, helping Anya out by taking the sleeping little one Knight had added to her other arm, and carrying her up.

We got that sorted and by the time we got back downstairs, the doors to my living room were closed, and female chatter was coming from the kitchen.

Sylvie went to the living room.

Anya guided me to the kitchen.

“Crazeee,” Daisy stated when I walked in. “Thought I was havin’ me a vision,” she said, circling her taloned hand in front of her face. “Got me some Rock Chicks, all in Denver, and not one a’ those bitches are hard to look at. But, girl, you might be the most beautiful thing I ever laid my eyes on.”

“Well, uh…thanks.”

“Don’t thank me,” she muttered, dropping hand. “God gave you them looks.”

I gave big eyes to Hanna, walked her way, and gave her a belated welcome hug.

“Good to see you, darlin’,” I said in her ear.

“Same here,” she said back, pulled away, but didn’t let me go. “Told you when we left, wanted another stay at Glacier Lily. But Knight’s crazy brother wasn’t the reason I wanted to be here.”

She knew about Knight’s crazy brother. I also knew because Deacon had told me Knight’s crazy brother, Nick, was a “wildcard” in some crazy shit that involved Knight that had not yet been resolved.

I was guessing it still wasn’t.

“Was a phone call too much to do prior to you all hauling yourselves up here?” I queried.

“Phones are being listened to,” Hanna replied.

Oh my God!

“Are we in danger?” I asked.

Her head tipped sharply to the side, her brows snapping together, her expression profoundly stunned.

I’d know why when she answered, “Raid wouldn’t let anything harm me.”

No, he wouldn’t.

Same with Deacon.

I relaxed.

She grinned.

Bossy barked.

And then I heard Deacon order, “Cassie, here.”

I let Hanna go and looked to the kitchen door. Deacon was just inside and the others were streaming in behind him.

I didn’t care we had company and thus snapped, “Seriously?”

He came to me, took my hand, and dragged me out of the kitchen.

Bossy followed, dancing around us, and stopping with us in the foyer.