Page 4 of Deacon

“Sending for help. What’s the point in having a club full of men if you can’t get help when you need it.” He lifted is head and called out, “Hey, Lisa?”

“Yes?” Her head appeared from around a large pile of boxes.

“Do you have a drill to put some of this back together?”

“I have a screwdriver and wrenches. That’s what I used to take it apart.”

Cowboy rolled his eyes and went back to typing. “They need to bring tools too.”

Deacon had to admit, if only to himself, that Cowboy was right. Though he’d be damned if he’d let any of the men but himself and Cowboy into her bedroom. If they had to put together her bed themselves, he’d do it.

He didn’t wait for the rest of the guys to get there to get busy, but went to the stack of boxes where Lisa stood, took one from the top and checked it for a label.

“Did you mark where these go?”

“On the top. That’s a kitchen box. Come on, I’ll show you where it is.” She led him through the house, and he couldn’t help but watch the way her ass swayed. The heels she’d been wearing were still on her feet. Damn. This was going to kill him.

“Why don’t you show me each room, I’ll get started on putting boxes where they go, and you change into something more comfortable. Unpacking in those shoes can’t be easy.” He gave her feet a pointed glance. He didn’t want to say it, but he didn’t want the brothers who were going to come to help to see her like this, even if she’d walked into the clubhouse wearing it.

They’d start making disrespectful comments and flirting with her, then he’d have to rip off a few heads. That wasn’t the way to keep people from knowing how he felt about her.

She watched him with narrowed eyes for a moment then nodded. “All right.”

She waited until Cowboy was ready, then gave them both a tour of the house.

“This room will just be storage, so anything we’re not sure of yet we can stack in here,” she said as she showed them the third bedroom.

“Why didn’t you get the movers to put things in here to begin with?” Cowboy asked.

“I tried. They refused. They wouldn’t take it any further than they had to.”

“Cheap ass moving companies. For what you paid them they should have come in, put things where you wanted and assembled them too.”

“If it had been the guys who loaded me up, I would have pushed for that, but the ones who showed up here to unload were different men. These men gave me the creeps. I wanted them gone as quickly as possible.”

“So we end up doing the lion’s share of the work. I get it. I don’t blame you, but I wish they’d done their jobs right to begin with. What was the name of the company you used again?” Cowboy asked.

Lisa shook her head. “I’ve already reached out to a supervisor. I’ve got it handled. I don’t need my big brother to take care of everything for me.”

“Just to lift and tote for you.”

“Of course, isn’t that what big strong men are for?” She gave her brother a big grin then turned away. “Not that I can’t think of a few other things they’re good for, but not for my brother,” she muttered.

Deacon wondered if maybe she’d meant it for him… but he ignored it just the same. The last thing he needed was to give into temptation.

4

Lisa couldn’t help being on edge with so many men around. She knew the job was bigger than Cowboy, or even Cowboy and Deke could easily handle on their own but so many men in her home made her nervous. Still, she did her best to push through and not let it show. She was glad Deke had suggested something more comfortable, though she wouldn’t tell him that.

She’d have felt even more exposed in the skirt she’d put on to garner his attention in front of all these strangers. In the clubhouse was one thing, at home another.

“That goes in here.” She let a couple of men carrying the pieces to her desk into the second bedroom, the one she would set up as her office. “The bookshelves go in here too.”

“Lisa, I need you.” Her brother’s voice rang out from farther down the hall.

“The desk will go in that corner,” she pointed. “Do you need me for anything else?”

“We’ve got it,” said one of the men, who’s name she couldn’t remember.

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