Page 120 of Honeysuckle
I climbed into the jeep after loading up the back, and it wasn’t long before Josh was climbing in beside me.
“They’re waiting for the pizza,” he said. "Oh, hey also,” he dug something out of his back pocket and unfolded something. ”Will you sign this for me, Mr. November?”
“Fuck off!” I burst into laughter. "You ripped that out of his calendar! When did you even do that!?”
“That thing hadn’t seen the light of day since Cael gave it to him, and man, what a shame,” Josh practically purred as he shoved it in my face. “So?”
“You’re not serious?” My smile dropped and he cocked his head to the side. “I’m not signing it, I don’t even have a pen.”
“I do.” He handed me a pen withMr. Malik Tailoringengraved on it.
“You stole his pen?” I snatched it from him, taking the torn calendar page.
“Dean,” he warned. "Sign the page.”
“Bossy,” I grumbled and scribbled my name across it.
“What are you even going to do with this?” I laughed, handing it back to him. "...actually I don’t want to know,” I said with the shake of my head as Cael and Van climbed into the truck and Josh shoved the photo back into his pocket with a smug look on his face. Even when he teased me, all I wanted was to kiss him.
“Hey, Logan,” I whispered, and he turned his face to mine for a split second, just long enough for me to reach over with my body, using the center console for support as I stole a kiss from his scowling lips.
Cael and Van cheered from the backseat like hooligans, and the entire jeep shook, still in park. “I’ll fucking kill both of you,” Josh snarled as I started the engine with a satisfied smile.
LOGAN
WhenDeankissedme,I expected the feelings to bubble up—the anger, the panic. And it did, it was there but so was rationalized embarrassment and warmth. The feeling of his lips on mine causing my breath to hitch in my throat from the spontaneous moment.
It stung my lips in the best kind of way as I settled back against the seat.
When we pulled up to Dansby House there was a Range Rover out front that I’ve never seen before. Whoever was here had an exorbitant amount of money and parked like a douchebag in the middle of the driveway.
“Why is Mrs. Shore here?” Cael asked, leaning between the seats as Dean parked in his usual space.
“No clue,” Dean popped his belt, and we all made our way into the house to find Coach, Silas, and Mrs. Shore standing in the living room, talking quietly. She was beautiful; tall like Silas and shared the same compassionate, pensive grey eyes. Her hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail that pulled on her already smooth features.
“Josh.” Silas turned and wiped his hands on his jeans. “Can we have a second?”
“Boys, scatter,” Coach barked, making Van and Cael disappear with the pizza, but Dean didn’t budge. “Tucker, this doesn’t involve you,” Coach said in a despondent tone.
“All due respect, Coach, I’m not leaving,” he said before I could say he could stay, grateful for the conviction in his voice, my back gravitated toward his chest like a magnet.
“It’s fine,” Silas said, cutting off whatever Coach was going to say next. “He knows anyways,” he sighed.
“Joshua, I’m Sylwia, Silas’ mother.” She held out her hand to me, and I felt Dean tense, waiting for my reaction.
“Mom,” Silas shook his head, and she dropped her hand, stepping back next to Coach.
“It’s nice to meet you.” The words came out tense, but they came out. “What’s going on?”
“Today the Shore company was raided and cleaned out for information on my father…our father…” Silas hissed. I had never seen him so uneasy. “It turns out that he was doing a lot of worse things than just sleeping with women and gambling,” he said, and his mother flinched. “Sorry,” Silas rubbed his thumb into his eye and took a deep breath.
“What does that have to do with me?” I asked.
“Everything,” Silas sighed. "You know he didn’t hide anything, Josh. Any transaction he made… they were all on those computers.”
“So what he was paying some whore in Lorette monthly,” I snapped, shoving the anger aside that tore up through all the boundaries I had built over the last few weeks. “Leave it at that, they don’t need to knowwhy. They can just believe she was sleeping with him.”
“Her name is on the transfers, Josh,” Silas countered. “They’ve called me three times today already asking about her, asking aboutyou.”
