“Eamon works with my family.”
And there it is. “Keep him close.” As the saying goes.
Cormac’ eyes cloud over as he nods.
He better not get in my way.
There’s nothing else to be accomplished until Shock gets me the information I need. Time to see Dahlia… maybe I’ll pick something sweet up to munch on while we watch a movie… in bed.
This day might end well after all.
Let Them Finish
Dahlia
This book should have me completely enthralled. But tonight, I can barely get through a paragraph. My plans to give up all thoughts of sleep are being thwarted by a man doing semi-dangerous things.
One night. A few nights of beautiful sleep with Vex and my body rebels.
He’s not coming back until the morning. Now my eyes won’t shut, and my body won’t settle.
This is foolish.
Absolutely foolish.
I grab a nice, thick quilt and my laptop and trudge downstairs. Max is probably asleep after eating the cookies I brought over this afternoon. I’d be asleep if I drank all that bourbon.
That conversation was soembarrassing.
Why? Why couldn’t I have just ignored Adonis? Or better yet, have the nerve to ask Vex without worrying about what he’ll think.
There’s a distinct chill in the air. It was definitely a good idea to wear my warmest pajamas. I climb onto the lounge chair and curl up into my blanket.
This isn’t normal.
None of my life is normal.
Sleep should be easy.
Do I really think that I’m going to sleep all night in this chair worrying that Vex is in some alleyway hurt and alone?
None of this is logical.
“Hey there.”
Max’s voice startles me. “Hi.”
He takes a seat next to me.
“I didn’t expect to see you tonight.” And it seems I’m blurting out whatever pops into my head.
“I didn’t expect to be here tonight.” Max leans forward, steepling his fingers together. “Why am I here?”
How do I answer a question that I keep asking myself? I shrug.
“Shouldn’t the guy you like be here?”
Vex should be, but he’s out doing something moderately dangerous that he can’t tell me anything about. I shrug.