The Promise (Neighbor from Hell, #10)(54)

His father was an easy-going man, always had a smile on his face, but whenever he looked at the small scar that sliced across his wife’s chin you could see the pain in his eyes at the reminder of just how close he came to losing her. His father wanted to seal the passages after that, but by then Reed’s mother had fallen in love with the room and refused to let him do it. Knowing better than to argue with her, his father installed lights in the stairwell and two in the room below to make sure it never happened again.

Joey didn’t say another word as he stepped into the cold stairwell and pulled the bookshelf closed behind him by the knotted rope. Shifting the quiet woman over his shoulder, he carefully made his way down the steep stairs and through the narrow passage, pausing by the wide opening to flick the lights on before he carried her into the small room below. Without another word, he placed her on her feet and waited, curious to see her reaction.

For a moment, he watched as she took it all in from the whitewashed walls that had turned a softer cream color over the years to the cast iron lamps giving off a soft glow that his father installed, the dark wainscoting that lined the room, the small settee placed against the wall, the thick carpet laid out in front of the large stone fireplace that hadn’t been lit since he’d bought the house that was bordered by shelves filled with books on every subject. It wasn’t a large room, but it had made his great grandmother Emily and so many of the Bradford wives that followed happy. As he watched Joey look around the room, taking in every detail, he couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to spend his evenings in this room sitting by the fire, holding her in his arms, and he had to admit that it was a tempting picture.

“Start talking,” he said, walking over to the fireplace and began filling the grate with firewood from the wood box that his father had kept well-stocked for his mother and couldn’t help but wonder what the hell he was doing.

He should be upstairs talking to Jackson right now, he thought even as he lit a match and started a fire, but instead, he was down here thinking about what Matt said. The little bastard was wrong, but on the off-chance that he wasn’t…

God, he hoped he was wrong because he couldn’t stomach the idea of making her-

“This is a first edition,” the little brat that he was worried about whispered reverently, drawing his attention to find her standing on her tip-toes as she struggled to read the titles on the top shelf.

“Joey-”

“Look at the binding on the Huckleberry Finn book,” she said with a wistful sigh.

“Joey, we-”

“So many pretties,” she mumbled with a whimper that had his lips twitching as he stood up and walked over to her.

“We need to talk,” he said, wrapping his arms around her.

“About the pretties?” she asked, sounding so damn hopeful.

“No, baby,” he said, pulling her closer so that he could kiss the back of her neck. “Not about the pretties.”

“But-”

“No,” he said, chuckling when he felt her small shoulders slump in defeat.

“But I love the pretties,” she mumbled sadly, making him smile as he turned his head so that he could press a kiss against the side of her neck.

“Do you?” Reed asked, closing his eyes on a groan as he breathed her in, taking in the scent of the tea tree and lemon shampoo that she liked to use as he ran his hands over her soft belly.

“I want to be buried with them,” she said, nodding solemnly only to moan and reach back so that she could slide her hand behind his neck when he kissed her throat.

“And do you know what I want?” he asked, unable to help but run his hands down to her hips and back again as he kissed her neck even as he couldn’t help but wonder what she was doing to him. When he was away from her, he couldn’t stop thinking about her and when he was with her…

He couldn’t think straight.

“What do you want?” she asked, her voice catching on a moan as he slid his hands over her breasts.

“You.”





Chapter 32

“Is this what you wanted to talk about?” Joey asked, tightening her hold on the shelf above her as her head dropped forward on a moan.

“No,” he said as he continued running his hands up her back and over her shoulders as he used his hold to push her forward so that her bottom was pressed back against-

“Oh, god,” she managed to get out when she felt how hard he was.

“I wanted to talk to you about something else,” he said as she felt him press a kiss against the back of her neck, something that she was quickly becoming addicted to as his hands slid down her back and around to her stomach.

“Was it about the pretties?” she asked, licking her lips while she watched as he slowly unsnapped the jeans that she’d changed into after work.

Chuckling, he kissed the back of her neck again and said, “No, it wasn’t about the pretties,” as he pushed her jeans down, taking her panties down with them.

“Was it about Jackson?” she asked, really hoping it wasn’t about Jackson because she wasn’t sure that talking about Jackson would end well right now.

“I thought we’d agreed not to talk about him at moments like this,” he said, pressing a kiss against the back of her neck as he ran his hands beneath her shirt and slowly pushed it up, running his fingers teasingly over her skin, and leaving a trail of goosebumps behind.