Caged (Mastered, #4)(125)
Breathe. You can do this.
She swiped deodorant under her arms, hoping to hide her nervous sweat.
When she walked into the hallway between the living area and the bedroom of the hotel suite, she saw Deacon staring out the window with his back to her. He was on the phone. “Not what I needed to hear, Maddox. No. Fuck that. We did this song-and-dance bullshit last weekend. They know what my f*cking terms are.” He paused and braced his hand against the window. “Fighting for a living ain’t my only option. Make sure that’s understood.” He went silent as Maddox spoke. Then he said, “That’s why I’m here. I’ll listen to what they have to say. I’m not making any decisions without discussing it with—”
Evidently Maddox had cut him off. Molly wasn’t sure any of this conversation was for her ears—but what had Deacon meant when he’d said fighting for a living ain’t my only option? Had his family offered him another job? Who would he discuss the decision with?
Highly unlikely it’s you.
Annoyed by that thought, she slammed the door to announce her arrival before she returned to the living room suite.
Deacon had turned around to face her. “Look, I gotta go. Yeah.” He scowled. “Whoa. I didn’t ask to hear about your stupid love life, Mad.” He waited as Maddox explained. Then, “Dude, seriously? Hasn’t your monthly pass to bang town with Grandma Moses expired yet? Uh-huh. Well, you stick your nose into my personal business all the damn time, so here’s my advice, asswipe. Cut her loose. ASAP. Later.”
Molly raised an eyebrow after Deacon hung up. “Bang town? Do I even want to know?”
“Babe, I didn’t want to know, but that didn’t matter, because he blathered on about it anyway. What is it with people sharing shit like that with me? Like I’m suddenly Dr. Love or something.”
Molly bit back a smile. “What’s going on?”
“Maddox is f*cking this woman named Alicia, who is fifteen years older than him. She’s got hard-core insecurity issues, and she’s as psycho as his ex-wife. Dude has the worst taste in women. Anyway, the last thing he needed was her showing up in LA.”
“I didn’t see him with anyone besides Presley. Was she at any of the events?”
“No. She didn’t get a pass and she was pissed off about it. Big, ugly f*cking scene.” His eyes narrowed. “Presley didn’t tell you about it?”
“Presley and I don’t tell each other everything.”
“Thank f*ck for that. Anyway, I saw Maddox and Presley sucking face. So did Alicia. I figured it was part of that PR thing you guys came up with to stick it to his ex.”
Come to think of it, both Presley and Maddox had acted weird on the way back to Denver. But asking Deacon to further speculate what might’ve happened . . . He hated gossip.
Deacon stalked forward and grabbed her hand. “Let’s go. The faster we get this over with, the quicker we can come back here and make up for lost time.”
“What lost time?” she said as he towed her out of the hotel room.
He poked the down button at the elevator before he crowded her against the wall. “The alone time we’re losing in our hotel room with all furniture I wanna spread you out on and bend you over.”
Liquid heat flowed from the burning brand of his lips on her neck in a straight line between her legs.
The elevator dinged and the doors slid open.
She set her hands on his pecs and pushed him. “We’ll pick this up later.”
He kept a hand on her in the elevator. And in the rental car. The tension she expected from him was strangely absent. Rather than ask why he wasn’t wound tight, she tried to mimic his “it’s cool” attitude. She’d started to congratulate herself on handling her nerves so well when they pulled up to what looked like a security checkpoint outside a residential area.
Deacon rolled down the window.
“ID please,” the guard said.
He pulled out his wallet and passed over his driver’s license. “We’re guests of the Westermans.”
The guard scrutinized his ID. “You’ve been here before?”
“Only twice.”
That surprised her.
“You know where you’re going, then. Have a good evening, Mr. McConnell.”
“Thanks.”
Deacon turned into a driveway hidden between a row of shrubs and scraggly bushes that looked out of place in such a pristinely landscaped environment. Once the tree tunnel opened up, her mouth fell open. A stone, glass, and brick mansion rose before them like a monolith.
He parked in the circular drive, his rental car out of place with the Lexuses, Mercedes, Audis, and Range Rovers—until she reminded herself that Deacon did, in fact, own two vehicles that would blend in here. He glanced up at the structure and shook his head. “Can’t believe Dad agreed to this monstrosity.”
“You’ve only been here twice?”
“They moved here after I left home. I crashed in the guest room for a few days before Granddad’s funeral. Then, when the shit went down with my aunt Suzette, I stuck around only because Dad was a mess and Julianne was worthless.” His gaze was heavy with disgust. “I hate this place.”
Molly had wondered if Deacon had been invited to stay with his folks and he’d declined. “Why?”