Page 45 of Bound by Desire
“Obviously. Youlikeit?”
“So far, so good.” I want to ask, so I do. “Why are you stayin’intown?”
His brow quirks, either not liking being asked a personal question or thinkingI’mnuts.
“It just seemed like you didn’t want to be here before,” I carry on, my mouth running awayfromme.
“Mom’s sick, so I’m gonna be around awhile.”
“Oh,sorry.”
“You didn’t donothin’.”
“I know that, but still …” I may not know what it’s like to have a sick mom, but I do know what it means not to have one. I don’t want that foranyone.
“Bombshell, it’ll be good. We’ll get her fixed up, then go fromthere.”
His demeanor is so calm, but I can’t tell if it’s a mask or if it’s fear. It can’t be nonchalance because he wouldn’t be back here for anything that wasn’t important. At least, that’s what I got from the confrontation with hisfather.
“You wanna talk, you know where tofindme.”
Leaving it alone is the best thing right now. Hell, may be the best thing we got. There’s really no need for the idle chitchat after sex, but that doesn’t mean I don’t give a shit. It just means I’ll give himspace.
He runs his hands through his sexy blondish-brown hair then keeps them lodged on the top of his head. Long minutes pass as he looks up at theceiling.
I turn from him and do the same, letting my words hang intheair.
“Cancer,” he says softly, in a way I didn’t know a big man like Deke could saysomething.
Damn.
“Sorry, Deke. How bad is it?” Personally, cancer hasn’t touched my life. I’ve never done the research, but know alittle.
“Don’t know. She had tests today. Won’t know the results untilnextweek.”
“So, you picked up your life and came here for yourmomma?”
The heart this man has is much bigger than what he shows on the outside. The hard exterior is there for a reason, but inside, there’s more. Charlie was rightabouthim.
“Yep.” He rolls off to the side, planting his feet on the floor. “Alright,I’mout.”
A sliver of disappointment hits me, but I mask it quickly. That’s what this is—in and out. I just need to take my orgasm and run awaywithit.
He shared with me, even if it was a small bit. Who am I to even want to have more? I get what he gives. Just like he gets whatIgive.
I get off the bed and duck into the closet, pulling out a robe and wrapping it around my body. Brewer follows me. I reach down and rubhishead.
Deke dresses quickly then moves through the house like he’s been here a thousand times before. He gets to the front door, dips down, and takes my lips. Thenhe’sgone.
No comment of seeing meagain.
No asking for mynumber.
Nothing.
But that’s what the deal was. Sex. And that’s whatwegot.
Too bad the lingering disappointment hits as I watch his truck lightsdisappear.
