Show Me How by Molly McAdams

Author:Molly McAdams
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2016-08-01T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Deacon

June 15, 2016

KNOX AND GRAHAM’S loud voices met me as soon as I set foot inside the house that night, and, for a second, it felt like it always had. Back before Knox had found Harlow again, and married her. Back before I would have done anything to make Charlie Easton mine—­back before I wanted to make any girl mine, period. Back before I had to constantly talk myself down from punching one of my best friends.

I curled my arm around Harlow’s neck, and pulled her in so I could kiss the top of her head when I found her walking out of the kitchen. “Hey, Warrior.”

Harlow narrowed her eyes suspiciously when she pulled away, and looked me over quickly. “That was one of the quietest, most unenthusiastic greetings I’ve ever received from you. You okay, Deacon?”

I had no fucking clue.

Yes, yes I was. Because I’d just spent the past few hours with Charlie. Because I’d kissed the hell out of that mouth and held her as close as I could stand before I gave in to a need I knew she wasn’t ready for yet.

But I still didn’t know what I was doing. I had never been this guy before, and, again, I couldn’t be the kind of guy she wanted. I wasn’t some hero in one of those books she hid behind.

As I told Words, I wasn’t a white knight. I didn’t sweep girls off their feet.

After a few hours, I already felt like I was stumbling around, fucking terrified for when I hurt Charlie again.

Graham laughed loudly, the sound echoing through the house and pulling me from my thoughts only to remind me of what I’d walked in on earlier that night.

I forced a quick smile in Harlow’s direction. “Yep. Just gotta take care of some stuff.”

I followed her into the living room where Knox and Graham were sitting on the couches, and clapped Knox’s back as I passed him to sit in the only chair.

“Where’ve you been?” Graham asked with a sly grin.

One of my eyebrows ticked up in response, and I stared at him like he should already know the answer. “Charlie’s.”

Graham’s grin fell. “This whole time?” He looked at his wrist, then grabbed for his phone to get the time. “Deac, I left you there over two hours ago.”

“Oh, did she find a place to live?” Harlow asked excitedly.

But Graham didn’t respond, and when I spoke, it was directed at him. “You’re my best friend, I refuse to compete against you for her.”

“Compete—­what?” Graham stammered.

“But I’m gonna give you right now to tell me if there’s something going on before I ask you to back the fuck off.”

“Whoa,” Knox said with a hesitant laugh. “What did we miss while we were gone?”

Graham looked floored. “What the hell are you talking about? Are we talking about Charlie? Little Charlie Easton?”

I winced. “Don’t call her that.”

Knox’s laugh boomed throughout the living room. “Oh man . . . this is rich.”

“What do you mean, compete?” Graham asked, confusion still covering his face.

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