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Because there was nothing behind that kiss fro I felt from it other than the protectiveness I always felt from Graham

"Sorry I’m late"

My body stilled and h voice sounded behind h I toldI didn’t want to feel from the man in front of me

Deacon

I’d seen him twice since I’d asked him to leave the warehouse, and had heard fro he’d shown up for breakfast at Mama’s with Graham, as they always did on Sundays And since I worked the front on the weekends, I worked their table I didn’t say a word to him, and he didn’t speak tome from the moment he entered the café until they left

I’d tried like hell not to look at hi, asking and telling a hundred things I refused to hear

By the ti ot off work on Monday,lot of Mama’s with a note tucked into the windshield I’d taken one look at the black srease on the paper, and thrown the paper aithout opening it

Tuesday he’d walked into Ma on a table in the back White shirt, straining against his rease, every inch of him demanded attention and screamed for me to touch

I’d turnedht in my throat when one of his hands went to ainst my ear Goose bumps covered my arms and my stomach swirled with heat as his deep voice ruinvisible if it makes you feel better, Charlie Girl In case you haven’t noticed, I fucking see you" His fingers flexed againstup until you talk to me"

When I didn’t respond to him, he’d turned and left

Each of those days, there had been a text fro me to call him

I hadn’t

I also hadn’t asked hi in front ofattention and screa for me to touch

I curled my hands into fists and wrapped an ared before he’d corease that he’d missed on his arms made it clear that he’d coed into hid his size or strength any ht white shirt had

"Charlie Girl," Deacon rowl

His ht brown eyes were conflicted; when they flicked up at soe