Forever Hidden (Forever Bluegrass #2) by Kathleen Brooks

Author:Kathleen Brooks [Brooks, Kathleen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Published: 2016-01-25T17:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Sydney tried not to blush when Sienna gave her the thumbs-ups sign before fanning herself as the group left the café. Ryan stopped his wife and kissed her so passionately that it was Syd’s turn to blush.

“I’ll have to find other men attractive more often,” Sydney heard Sienna tease as she and Ryan got in their car.

Sydney shook her head and then looped her hand through Deacon’s arm. He had held up well. Her father had pointed a gun at him, her brother had punched him, and her friends had interrogated him. If he didn’t run screaming from the Davies monthly family dinner tomorrow night, he might just be the one.

“So, what’s next?” Deacon asked as they strolled down Main Street in the cold February air. The sun was bright and warmed her through as they walked.

“I need to stop at Aunt Paige’s shop. She’s Ryan’s mom and owns Southern Charms right down there.” Sydney pointed to the shop at the end of Main Street. “I need to see if she has fabric for my new look. My phone has been vibrating nonstop since that gossip site picked up the news of my supposed return.”

“What are you going to do?” Deacon asked as he pulled her against his side.

“I’m thinking something inspired by my great-grandmother. And that requires one hell of a hat. And I just so happen to know a woman who can make one for me. As for all the phone calls—that’s what voicemail is for. I’m going to be unreachable. I may post something on social media about the game just to fuel the fires.”

“Hey, Deacon!” Sydney turned her head to see Nash pulling to a stop next to them. “Want to come back to the farm and see what we can find out about Vic and the others you mentioned?”

Deacon looked to her first, and Sydney gave his hand a squeeze. “I’m going shopping.” The pained look on Deacon’s face made her giggle.

“I don’t like leaving you alone while this is going on. I worry about Vic coming back,” Deacon confessed.

“I know, but I promise to go straight home from Paige’s.”

“Text me to let me know you’re safe,” Deacon said before lowering his head for a kiss. The warmth of his lips on hers was a sharp contrast to the blistering cold air blowing across them. And when Deacon pulled away, the heat lingered as a memory, even after he’d disappeared from sight.

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