What do you think Preacher will do whenhe finds out you went to a bar to pick up a guy? He told you that you weren’t allowedto sleep with anyone else, remember?
She ducked her head under the hot spray andignored the butterflies fluttering in her stomach. She and Preacher were finished.She wasn’t doing anything wrong by going to the bar tonight.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
“Hey,” Gideon said when Preacher strolled intohis back yard. Preacher grabbed a beer from the cooler and opened it as Gideonflipped the steaks on the barbeque. “You look pretty good for a guy who had amigraine yesterday. I was surprised when you agreed to come over. Normallyyou sleep most of the day after a migraine.”
Preacher shrugged. “I called Mark in so Icould work on his sleeve. He was supposed to come in yesterday afternoon, andI felt bad about cancelling.”
“You did a tattoo today?” Gideon pausedwith a foil wrapped potato in each hand.
“Yeah, it’s why I’m a little late. I justfinished up the appointment.”
“You tattooed?” Gideon repeated.
“Yes. What’s the big deal?”
“When I talked to Addison yesterday, shesaid your migraine was pretty bad. Said you were throwing up and could barelywalk.”
“I feel fine now,” Preacher said. “Addisonhelped me.”
“Oh yeah?” Gideon raised his eyebrow at him.“What did she do for you that I don’t?”
An image of Addison riding him flickered throughhis head. He cleared his throat as Gideon laughed.
“Jesus, you’re blushing, Preacher. Whatdid she do to you?”
“Fuck off, Gideon.”
“Why did you go to Addison’s place anyway?You told me Wednesday that it was over with her.”
“Her place was closer,” Preacher said.
“Not that much closer.”
“Close enough.”
“Or maybe you went over there because you’refalling in love with her,” Gideon said.
“Have you lost your fucking mind? It wasjust a fling, okay? She wanted to try fucking a guy who wasn’t a goddamn pussylike her ex-fiancé. I agreed. Now it’s over.”
“Then why did you go to her place when youhad a migraine?”
“Did you miss the part where I told you tofuck off, Gideon?” Preacher said.
“Answer the question, Preacher.”
“Don’t pull that cop shit on me,” Preachersaid. “It was just sex and now it’s over. I only went there last nightbecause her place was closer, and I didn’t feel like barfing in the goddamn car.”
“Right,” Gideon said as he flipped thesteaks again.
Preacher scowled at his back before takinga drink of beer. “Where’s your woman tonight?”
“Grace went out with Kira and Addison for aladies’ night.”
Preacher stiffened. “What do you mean aladies’ night?”
“You know what a ladies’ night is,” Gideon said.