Page 108 of Maddox
“So, your dad skipped out?” Draven asks.
Nodding, I push my hair behind my ear. “Yep.”
“Damn,” she mutters. “Look, the only thing I can think of is to tell my brother and see what he says.”
Maddox.
Oh god. I mean at this point I don’t have a choice but he’s both sexy as all hell and scary as fuck.
What will he do? I mean after our last encounter where I kind of blew him off, he may be pissed about it.
Beyond that, he was asking questions about Joey too. Can I trust him?
“Okay,” I say, after clearing my throat—twice.
When she pulls away with a roar, I sit back, exhaling quietly.
“We’re on lockdown,” she says with a curl to her lip. “I was heading home. We can wait there for him.”
I may not know what Maddox wanted with Joey, but I know in his own weird way he’s been trying to protect me.
That’s got to count for something, which is why I mumble, “Okay.”
“Cool.”
We’re quiet the rest of the way, but I can’t relax because I’m still hyped up from the events of the evening.
When we pull up to her house, I glance around but don’t see Maddox’s bike. Both relieved and disappointed, I follow when she leads me inside.
It’s quiet and dark but warm and I shiver at the change as she says, “Be right back.”
Once she’s gone, I spin in a circle before sitting down gingerly on the couch.
My bones ache and I didn’t realize how cold I was until we stepped through that door.
Draven forces me from my thoughts when she reappears in sweats and a hoodie. She steps into the kitchen, and I can’tsee what she’s doing beyond the counter until she comes back around and holds out a can of beer.
“Thanks,” I mutter, although I don’t really want it.
“Yep,” she says as she turns on the television.
After she’s found a cheesy sitcom, she produces a joint but when she offers it to me, I pass and turn away, staring blindly at the T.V.
I must fall asleep because the unmistakable sound of footsteps rouses me, and I open my eyes just as Maddox says, “Delaney?”
I meet his dark, fathomless gaze with confusion before glancing around.
Where did Draven go?
“Why are you here?” he asks.
“I had nowhere else to go,” I say in a daze.
Once again, he eyes me like a puzzle to be solved before sighing and saying, “C’mon.”
When he leads me to his room, I stare at the bed, my cheeks heating at the remembrance of the last time I laid with him.
Against the wall, sitting on the dresser is an old school clock still going despite the way everything else in this room seemed to molder.
