Page 117 of Forbidden Harmony

He glanced at his watch. “Anyway, I shouldget going. It’s almost seven thirty and I said I’d meet Connor for a drink atthe Thirsty Otter.”

She laughed. “It’s the Thirsty Beaver.”

“I know,” he said with a grin. “Do youmind if I use your washroom before I go?”

“Not at all,” she said. “Second door onthe left.”

He headed down the hallway as there was a lightknock on the door. She checked the peephole and happiness flooded through her.Preacher was standing in the hallway. He had stayed with her Sunday night andall of Monday and spent last night with her too. But when he’d left this morningto go to work, he hadn’t said if he would come by tonight or not.

Honestly, she’d assumed he wouldn’t. They’dspent the last two days holed up in her apartment doing nothing but napping andbinge-watching television shows on Netflix. He hadn’t asked her once for sex.

On Monday afternoon, feeling more like herselffor the first time since Thursday, she tried to give him a blowjob. At the beginningof her relationship with Harrison, before he decided she was boring in bed, he’doften try and convince her to have sex during her period. He became pouty anddismissive when she refused. She’d learned quickly that giving him a blowjob wasthe only way to bring him out of his bad mood with her.

To her surprise, Preacher refused to lether go down on him. A little confused and a little upset by his refusal, she’dpushed past her embarrassment and asked him why. His explanation that he wasn’tinto it if she didn’t get anything in return was still a concept she was tryingto fully grasp.

She opened the door. “Hi. Snuck past thesecurity in the lobby again, huh?”

He grinned at her. “Your neighbours thinknothing of holding the door for a tattooed biker. You busy?”

“No, come in.” She shut the door behindhim. “Did you eat dinner?”

“Nah, worked through it.”

“I made chicken stir-fry for dinner andthere are leftovers. Do you want some?”

“Sure.” He followed her into the kitchen, leaningagainst the counter as she pulled the stir-fry out of the fridge. “How was yourday?”

“Good. I stayed home and gave myself onemore day of rest, but I think tomorrow I might venture out into the real worldand have lunch with Kira and Grace. Kira said she’d swing by and pick me up andwe’d have lunch close to the dental clinic. Kira’s got a showing right afterlunch so she can’t drive me home, but there’s a bus stop outside of Grace’sclinic.”

She popped the leftovers into themicrowave. “Do you want water or juice?”

“Water is -”

“Addison? Thanks again for – oh, hey,Preacher.” Lucas returned to the narrow kitchen.

Preacher’s face paled and then turned red.“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Preacher,” Addison said, “stop it.”

“What the fuck is he doing in your apartment,Addison?” Preacher said. Without waiting for her reply, he turned to Lucas. “Getthe fuck out of here, asshole.”

“Stop it!” Addison glared at him. “You’rebeing rude.”

“I don’t fucking care. I don’t want himhere with you alone,” Preacher said.

Pissed at his behaviour, she stared pointedlyat him. “It’s not your decision to make.”

“Like hell it isn’t,” he said.

“Like hell it is,” she said.

“I’m gonna go.” Lucas grabbed the wrappingpaper from the counter and Addison followed him toward the door, shaking off Preacher’shand when he touched her arm.

“Lucas, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said.

“You don’t have to leave.”

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