I smile at him and pat my own chest. “It’s guarded, Daddy, don’t you worry.”
“Good, and you know Slate would leave that woman in a second if you told him you wanted him back.”
“That wouldn’t be fair.”
“I know, I know. Savannah’s nice, I guess, just not you.”
“That’s because I’m your daughter.”
He hugs my shoulders. “That’s true, baby, that is true.”
We both sit here, taking in the silence as the sun finishes setting, and my heart beats hard in my chest, proving to me that I’m alive and well.Walking back into the bar, Creed is the first person I see. He doesn’t say a word, just glances back down at what he was doing and continues. I carry out my duties of setting up and start the process for the night. Falcon walks in next with Echo behind him, hitting his head. They both stop when they see me, then turn to Creed.
“He know she’s back, yet?”
Creed shakes his head, and they all smile then walk over to the bar, sitting in their seats.
“Blue, where you been, babycakes?” This comes from Falcon.
I check the money in the till and shut it with my hip as I reach for the washcloth. “Visiting family.”
“Come on, has to be juicier than that.”
I cross my arms over my chest. “Nope.”
“So, no ex-boyfriend or secret lover you aren’t telling us about.”
“Well…” I say leaning forward. He does the same as the side door opens, and in walks Darby himself. He pauses when he sees me, his eyes squinting when they look over to where all the guys are sitting watching.
“D,” Falcon yells.
Darby glances at me, and his eyes narrow before he speaks. “My office, now.” He walks off through the door that leads up to his office. Each of the boys watch me as I place my cloth down and follow him. When I reach his office, he’s behind his desk, and he regards me when I enter.
“That’s not to happen again. Do you understand?”
I cross my arms over my chest. “Which part? The sex part? The part where I wake up in your bed? Explain?”
He growls, it’s light but I can still hear it. “The part where you take off from work.”
“Don’t you mean the part where I took off from you?”
Darby stands, and his hands slam on the table. “No, Olympia, that is not what I mean.”
I start to walk away, effectively ending his conversation because, clearly, it’s not getting us anywhere.
“Where is your car?”
“I came straight from the airport.”
“I’ll take you home after work.”
I simply nod my head and walk out. That doesn’t bother me, I would have asked someone here anyway to take me home, because waiting outside in the dark is not something I intend to do again.
“You get spanked, blue?” Falcon asks as all sets of eyes look up at me.
“Why do you want to know so badly, Falcon?”
Those sets of eyes turn to him. “Because it’s ever so much fun watching him fall for you.” He smiles then stands—all of them do at the same time.
His words hit me hard.
No way that could be a possibility.
He wouldn’t fall for me, surely.
We aren’t even like that, yet. Nope.
Turning back to Falcon to say something, I realize he’s gone and so are the other two.
Fuck.
Nope, that’s not happening.
I work my shift. It goes by fast, and as always, I thoroughly enjoy it. But this one I kept looking toward the door, waiting for any of them to walk down, mainly Darby, so I can watch him. See if what Falcon told me is true.
Is he falling for me?
Darby doesn’t know me well enough to fall for me. That’s impossible, and I know Falcon likes to stir trouble. So it can’t be true.
At the end of my shift, I wait where they usually sit, on the stools at the opposite side of the bar. Darby’s the first one to walk out, the others following closely behind him. He stops next to me as close as he can, and the others keep on walking out the door.
“Thanks for the lift, big man,” I say jumping down from the stool so now I’m standing in front of him, and he doesn’t move back.
“Do you do that a lot? Run off?”
I’m taken back by his words. “No, never. My brother lied to me to get me home.”
Darby nods then starts to walk. I follow behind him, watching the way his ass moves in his black trousers and wanting to tear them off of him so we can have some time together again.
He comes to a halt, and I slam into his back. “You aren’t watching where you’re going.”
I shrug, and he gazes down then back up to me, pulling the door open for me to walk out first. His car’s within eyesight, so I don’t have long to walk to arrive at the passenger side, and when I do, he unlocks the car and pulls the door open for me to slide in.