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“Yeah?”Lynx’s dark brow lifted.“That didn’t happen?”
I shook my head, nibbling on the sandwich.“I actually got in my truck and drove over there,” I admitted.“But when I saw Billy’s truck in my grandfather’s driveway, I turned around and came home.”
The dark scowl that descended over Lynx’s features didn’t really shock me.
“Then the asshole had the audacity to show up here.”I sighed.“I spent the better part of twenty minutes waitin’ for him to leave.I didn’t answer the door.”I smiled to myself.“But the front door was unlocked and I prayed he didn’t simply invite himself in.”
Lynx’s gaze was focused on me.
“He didn’t,” I assured him, although I wasn’t sure why I was divulging quite so much information.“He finally left.”
I didn’t bother to tell Lynx that Billy had then pretty much blown up my phone for the two hours that followed.I finally had to turn the ringer off and he had successfully filled up my voicemail during that time.I was pretty sure I just needed to block his number and avoid the hassle altogether.
“Not like I didn’t need an excuse not to see my mother,” I said after a few seconds of silence.“We aren’t gettin’ along much right now anyway.”
“Why not?”
I shrugged.I knew exactly why; however, I wasn’t in the mood to talk about it.
Instead, I took another bite of my sandwich.When I was finished chewing, I turned toward Lynx.
“Thanks, you know, for bringin’ this.”I smiled.“I was wonderin’ what I was gonna have for dinner.Peanut butter and jelly was my original choice, but this is so much better.”
His gaze held mine for several seconds, his smile both sexy and sweet at the same time.
I had no idea what I was going to do with this man.I couldn’t get him off my mind, and now that I seemed to be spending more and more time with him, I knew which direction this was going to go.
Unfortunately, I just wasn’t sure if I was ready for it to go that way.
Not yet.
ChapterEight
Friday, September 8, 2017
Lynx
For the first time in a long time, I had spent an entire Friday night without getting into a brawl in the parking lot.In fact, the entire week had been relatively uneventful.Nothing more than work and sleeping in my truck out in front of Reagan’s house, anyway.Same old shit.
I figured tonight’s lack of excitement had a lot to do with the fact that Rhys was in attendance at Reagan’s.The good ol’ sheriff was hanging out with Wolfe while they chatted it up with their woman.No one seemed to be in a particularly snarky mood, and Billy hadn’t graced us with his presence, so I hadn’t had to fend any dumbasses off.
Kind of nice if I was being honest.
Then again, Reagan was avoiding me again.She’d made sure to do so every time I'd seen her this past week after I'd shared dinner with her on her front porch.Once at the diner, twice at the gas station.She was polite but distant and I found it cute as hell.
And now that Amy and Reagan were closing things up, I was waiting with Wolfe and Rhys near the door.
“You still sleepin’ in your truck?”Wolfe asked.
“Until you catch that asshole, I ain’t leavin’ her alone out there,” I told my cousin, my gaze swinging to Rhys to include him in that statement.
“Holy fuck, man.Why don’t you ask for her couch?”Wolfe suggested.
Rhys frowned at the man and I chuckled.
“I doubt she’d be too keen on the idea,” I said truthfully.
“It’s just a damn couch.”
