Forbidden Protector by Black Natasha L

Author:Black, Natasha L. [Black, Natasha L.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2019-11-16T16:00:00+00:00

15

Connie

This is a very, very bad idea.

I closed the door behind Chance.

But fuck it, it beat having my head spin to oblivion in there alone. And that was what I’d have to be if it wasn’t for Chance. Mom was busy with Annie. And I wasn’t about to yank Val away from Walter when she’d spent most of the past few hours with me. Hayes had been in an intense meeting by the looks of it too.

“Beer?” I asked Chance, not looking at him head on.

Yeah, this bad idea is getting worse…

But I needed something to take the edge off. To distract me now that I was alone in a room with a bed with a man that made me want to get on it and slip under the sheets and let the rest figure itself out.

Whoa there, Con.

“What do you have?” Chance asked.

Beer, right. I shook the image out of my head – his naked, toned form.

I opened up the mini-fridge Hayes had somehow stashed in here. “Rickard’s Red. Budweiser.”

“I’ll have a Budweiser.”

I smirked. “Of course.”

“What – you a Rickard’s girl?”

“Sure am.”

I handed him the can, and as he took it our fingers brushed.

Don’t look at him.

I managed to turn away and grab a Rickard’s bottle, before sitting on the edge of the bed. Chance sat down beside me. Of course there were no couches or even so much as an armchair in here. Damn it.

Bed, it was.

“We can’t even agree on beer,” Chance finally said, thankfully breaking the silence. “This is never going to work.”

We laughed, a little too hard. Val’s voice sounded in my head, annoyingly knowing. I think the man doth protest too much.

Chance took another sip of his beer, slid a glance my way. “Annie’s father?”

“Out of the picture,” I said.

Seeing his face, I shook my head. “No – not like that. He’s as out of the picture as they come. Died in a biking accident.”

“Oh shit, I just assumed.” He shook his head. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” I found myself saying. “He was a great dad, but…” What the hell are you saying? - “Forget it.”

“Ok.”

Ugh.

There was nothing I couldn’t stand more than people who told part of a thing and then got all mysterious and wouldn’t tell you the rest of it.

“He was just… I don’t like to speak ill of the dead or of Ace, because he really was a great father.”

“It’s ok.”

I shook my head. “I don’t know if it is, though. I mean, he wasn’t a great husband. We were just alright together. The beginning was passionate, and he was my first love, but by the end, I think we would’ve broken up if it hadn’t been for Annie.”

Silence.

Oh my God, I had actually just told him that?

I had actually just told him that.

And how had I not noticed how very close he was until now?

Close enough to touch.

Kiss.

I turned away. “See? I feel like a tool.”

“Don’t. It was just the truth.”

I couldn’t help it, I smiled.

Just the truth. I liked the sounds of that.

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