Wanting You (19 page)

“Sure Kinsley. Why not?” I joked back.

“Stop it!” Vann yelled.

“Come on, you’re both hot. It would be fun to watch.”

“Kinsley. Stop it! You’re not watching us! Go somewhere so I can get dressed.”

“Why? I wanna watch.”

“Dammit, Kinsley!” Vann screamed.

Chuckling, Kinsley grabbed Z. “Come on copper … let’s give these two a minute or thirty seconds. Then we can rush back in and look.”

The laugh I was suppressing came out in full. Looking at Vann, I could see the tips of her lips wanting to join me but trying desperately to hold back. Grabbing her, I began tickling her everywhere.

That produced the laughter I was looking for. Keeping up the pace, I touched and grabbed every part on her I could find. “Deke! Stop! Please! Come on!”

Lying back down on the floor, Vann immediately got up and threw her sweats on. “Would you put on your pants?”

“It’s a lot more fun with them off, right?”

“Yes. But put them on. Now!”

Chuckling, I pulled up my jeans, just in time for Z and Kinsley to walk in the room.

“Dressed?” Kinsley asked full of hope.

“Yep.”

“Damn it!” Kinsley yelled.

Eating dinner with Deke and Z was like eating with an entire football team gorging before a big game and after. Deke’s excuse: “You wore me out, babe.” Who the hell knew what Z’s was, but I did notice the moment Sawyer stepped in the room, Z’s total demeanor changed. He sat up a little taller, there were light brushes of his hand on her arm … if I hadn’t been paying attention, I would have missed it because of its subtlety.

Deke was actually taking this whole moving in thing seriously. I didn’t have the heart to tell him no. Who the hell was I kidding? I could say no ‘til I was blue in the face, and he wouldn’t listen. Grams already backed him up, so I was screwed there for help. And really, I wanted him here … with me … in my bed … holding me just like he was doing at the moment.

Listening to his breathing go in and out was the most calming sound I’d ever heard. Add in his sexy ass smell and I couldn’t help but snuggle up closer on his chest. Grabbing the key resting on his pec, my fingers glided over the cool metal.

I searched my memory trying to recollect if Mom ever told me about this key, but nothing came up. I didn’t even recall how it got in my drawer, but damn was I glad it was there.

The fact that Deke found it and wore it for five years blew my mind and my heart. I always knew I loved that man, but this … right here … made me love him even more, and that scared the living shit out of me. He could destroy me, but I knew I couldn’t turn away from him. Ever.

Here I thought he was so pissed at me he wanted nothing to do with me, yet he held me close to his heart for five years without even thinking twice about it. Happiness swept through my body, my arms instantly wrapping tightly around Deke, squeezing him to me. I knew I was a lost cause.

“Hey.” Deke’s gravelly voice was sexy as hell.

“Sorry to wake you up.”

“You okay?”

“Yeah. I actually am.”

“You sure? No nightmares?”

“No. I haven’t been to sleep yet for that, but thanks for putting those thoughts in my head.”

Deke chuckled in response.

“If you were so mad, why did you wear this?” The long silence that drew felt like years. I lay on his chest, continuing my massage of the key around his neck.

Finally Deke spoke. “Hurt. I was hurt. But I missed you.” Deke took a long pause, breathing in and out slowly. “You were all I had, and when you left … I had nothing.”

“Did things ever get better with your folks?”

“No. Mom died hating me. Dad tolerates me, but that’s about all.”

“I’m sorry … You know I missed you, too.”

“I do know. Now.”

“I didn’t want to leave you.”

“You’re here now. Get some sleep, babe.” Deke kissed the top of my head as I snuggled closer to him.

My eyes grew heavy, but I had a question that I needed answered. “Deke?”

“Yeah,” he mumbled.

“Tell me about the tattoo on your back. The puzzle piece.”

“Pieces,” he corrected.

“Huh? I thought I only saw one.” Deke pulled out of my arms and rolled to his stomach. Kneeling before him, I studied the tat. It was one large puzzle piece, but the large piece was cut into three smaller pieces that were all connected to each other. The large piece looked as if it was cut from Deke’s skin. I traced it with my fingertip. “Tell me about it.”

Deke let out a large sigh. “This must be the day for all the skeletons to come out.” He groaned. “The pieces make up the three people who left me: Jaxson, Mom, and you.”

My heart lurched as he continued, “The piece is out of my body because the it is missing from me.”

“Oh, Deke.” I leaned down, kissing the tattoo. “I’m so sorry.”

Deke rolled over, circling his arms around me. “You’re here now. That’s all that matters.” His lips touched mine in the sweetest kiss before he pulled away. “Get some sleep.”

“K, ‘night.”

It took me a while to come down from the revelations of the day, but hearing Deke’s breathing slow, I finally drifted off.

Waking up, I felt like I was in a warm cocoon. Deke’s entire body was draped around me, practically lying on top of me. I loved it. I loved him, not that I would tell him that.

Deke’s hips bounced, causing me to jump. “Morning.” His gruff voice was sexy as hell.

“Morning,” I whispered softly.

“How are ya this mornin’?” Deke’s hand brushed across my face, sending chills down my spine.

“I’m good. I’ve got you here, what’s not to be happy about.” Looking up, Deke’s eyes flashed to something I couldn’t read. “What?”

“I’m moving in here with you.”

“You are … huh?” I grinned.

“Your Grams’s orders. I just wanna make sure you remember that from last night.” Deke’s voice was muffled as he continued to talk into my neck.

“It’s a good thing I’m in a good mood then, huh?”

“You want me here?” Deke raised his head, his eyes latching onto mine.

More than you could ever know
. “Yeah. This is nice.”

“I’ll show you nice.” Deke’s mouth found mine, crushing down into a passionate kiss. All thoughts of morning breath were lost as only thoughts of him inside me swam in my head.

The day flew by. Deke needed to go pick up his things and stop by the bar, and I needed some time to get things organized. I called the security company, who ended up putting cameras up outside and some high-tech system that only Kinsley knew how to work.

I tried my damnedest to get some writing done, but that didn’t go so hot. I just couldn’t get in the groove. Most of my thoughts were on this moment right here, sitting in my dad’s driveway. After arguing with everyone that I could drive myself and didn’t need every one of them coming with me, I drove.

Pulling up to my dad’s house, I could see Deke’s headlights reflecting the area around my car. Giving him a small wave, I made my way up to the house. I couldn’t help but feel a little cheated. The house was beautiful with flowers all in front and looked happy, and damn if I hadn’t had that since before he left.

The front door flew open as Sydney ran down the small steps. All thoughts of getting the hell out of there vanished as soon as I saw her excitement. I’d always wanted a sister, I just never envisioned getting one like this.

“Savannah!” she yelled.

“Remember, I told you to call me Vann.”

“Daddy says your name is Savannah, and that is what I should call you.”

I smiled at her sweetly, wondering why the hell my dad didn’t want her calling me Vann. “I told her that because I call you Savannah. I never liked the name Vann.” Dad stepped down the steps toward me.

I stared at him. I thought that he’d gotten over his dislike for the name a long time ago. He said it reminded him of a van not his little girl. “It’s okay.”

“I’m glad you came.”

“I told you I would.”

“Come on in. I want you to meet Julie.” The chill through my body held me on the spot. “It’s okay,” Dad whispered, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the front door.

Sydney grabbed my other hand. “I can’t wait to show you my room!” She was so excited, and it helped to relieve some of the tension.

I’d hated Julie for years, and now that I was in her home, I actually feared her. What did she have that my mom didn’t? What does she look like now? I’d only seen her a few times, but never really met her. I felt my anxiety grow, but kept focused on the little girl holding my hand.

She was too excited for me to let down, and I wouldn’t, no matter how uncomfortable.

Entering the front door, a huge sign that looked vaguely familiar hung on the wall. It read: ‘God Bless this Home.’

My heart broke a bit at the realization that this was their home no matter how much I wanted to hate being here; I needed to respect it.

“Savannah!” a very feminine, high-pitched voice called from down the hallway. As the petite, long blonde haired woman came down the hall rubbing her hands with a towel, I could instantly see how Dad could fall for her. She was beautiful. Her face lit up as she got closer to me.

Arms extended, she reached for me giving me a huge hug, and rather than be rude, I limply returned it. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Thank you for having me.”

“You are always welcome here.”

I pulled away and looked in her eyes. What I saw was someone who was very genuine in her words. There was no anger in them whatsoever. I thought there might be some considering I was his first wife’s kid. But nothing but happiness? “Thanks.”

“Come see my room!” Sydney grabbed my arm and began to pull me.

“Sydney. Give Savannah time to say hi.”

“But Daddy, I’ve waited a really, really, really, long time to show her my room. Please!”

Dad smiled down at Sydney. “Do you mind, Savannah?”

“Not at all.” Sydney squealed and began to pull me down to her room. I couldn’t help the huge smile that spread across my face. Grams was right. I needed to meet Sydney and actually try and build something with her. She was my sister. That was still difficult, but I was becoming more accepting of it.

“Look!” Sydney led me into a pink princess paradise. Everything except the carpet was pink—walls, bedding, furniture, curtains, and pillows—and all different shades of pink. It reminded me of bubble gum bubbles. “Come look at my Barbie house!”

She led me over to this monstrosity of a house that was taller than she was with three levels and furniture galore. A little girl’s dream. “Which is your favorite?”

“Barbie and the Pop Star, of course.” Her tone suggested that I should have known that tidbit of information already. Sydney flashed this Barbie at me that had pink and purple stripes in her hair along with a rocker dress and guitar. I didn’t remember Barbies like this when I was growing up.

“This is cool.” The Barbie station lasted all of about five minutes then we moved on to these things called LaLa Loopsies that looked like crazy dolls with buttons all over them. I didn’t get these. Then it was on to Polly Pockets, which had all these little bitty pieces. I vaguely remembered these, but mine looked nothing like this. Then on to the baby dolls.

“Look Savannah! This one I can feed, and it pees.” She handed me the peeing doll, and I couldn’t help but look at its crotch to see if I was gonna get wet. “And this one I can feed special food.” She handed me the food bandit. “And this one is a water baby Grover.”

“What does it do?” After asking, I rethought if I should have.

“Mommy puts warm water inside and then it’s all cuddly. And these are all my other babies. I have lots of names for them.”

Sydney began handing me all of her babies, naming them off so quickly I couldn’t keep up.

“You girls ready to come to dinner?” My Dad peeked his head inside of the door, smiling at me. I couldn’t help but return it as I sat there with a load of babies in my arms.

“No!” Sydney yelled.

“I know you’re excited to have Savannah here, but we need to feed her.”

“Can we come back?” Her excited little voice had me enthralled.

“Yeah. I’ll come back up here with you. Let’s see what your mommy made for dinner.”

Sydney reluctantly walked out of the room. “Come on,” Dad called. “Are you okay?”

“Yep. Why?”

“You are really quiet. I don’t remember you ever this quiet.”

I rolled my eyes. “Dad, I grew up.”

“I saw you roll your eyes, young lady.” He chuckled. “Some things never change.”

Heading to the table, Julie had it set with plates, silverware, and even a candle decoration with greens all around it in the middle. When she came in carrying a bowl, I immediately asked, “You need any help?”