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“Yes.” Adam sounded excited.
Deacon clenched his jaw. “Myfirst thing, not his.”
“Aww. The day will be half over by then.” Adam’s pout was exaggerated.
I laughed again, waved over my shoulder, and headed outside. The highs and lows—but mostly the highs—of the day hummed under my skin, mingling with memories of last night. Adam was a lot of fun to hang out with, and he was cute. And aside from my doubt, Deacon was as tempting as ever.
As I was sliding into my car, my phone rang and I fished it out of my purse. “Hello,” I answered.
“Who are you and what have you done with Brooke?” It was Carly, and her tone was playful.
I’d been torn when I texted her this morning between a long explanation and simple request. I’d gone with simple, and apparently chosen wrong. Though, was there really a right answer? “I’m still me, I promise.”
“More spanking books? You’re not you.”
I laughed at her exaggerated disbelief. “I’m trying new things.” Would it be obvious I was trying them in real life as well? I wasn’t ready to surrender that information again. “In my reading.” Way to be subtle, me. Not.
“Reeaaally.” Carly drew the word out with a chuckle. “Do you want to add anything besidesspankingto the list? Expand your horizons wider?”
I didn’t even know where to start. There were so many things in Deacon’s basement that I hadn’t realized were real or had never even heard of. There was one thing I liked a lot last night, though. “Restraints? Like handcuffs?”
“Bold woman, I like it. What else?”
“I have no idea. What else is there?”
Carly blew out a loud puff that echoed in my ear. “Your options run the gamut. Wax. Public sex. Humiliation. Knife play. Edging.”
I could picture what most of those phrases meant from a dictionary stand-point, and I felt like I was tip-toeing in the kiddie pool while Carly was trying to get me to high-dive into the deep end of the Olympic-sized pool. “Wax? Like… wax lips?”
“Like candles. The hot wax leaves a little bit of burn on the skin and can paint pretty colors.”
“Burning sounds bad.”
“It’s not like a third-degree burn,” Carly said. Her tone softened. “It’s enough heat to sting but still be yummy.”
There were so many things I wanted to learn. The books would help, but I wanted hands-on demonstrations about each and every one I read about. I wasn’t quite ready to go all in, though. “I’m skipping the wax for now, but spanking and handcuffs…”
“You’ve got it, lady. I’ll send you a list.”
“Thank you.” I was grinning as I hung up. This has been a good day, and the next few seemed like they’d be even better.
I slid into my car, fit the key in the ignition, and turned.
Nothing happened.
ELEVEN
DEACON
Brooke walked backinto the shop moments after she left, and I couldn’t help my smile. She didn’t look as happy, though. “My car won’t start. I’m sorry for the trouble, but maybe I could get a ride home? If not, I can call one of the kids, it’s no big deal, but since I’m here and you’re here, and—”
“It’s not any trouble, of course you can.” I had to stop her before she rambled herself into justification-oblivion. Besides, a ride home meant alone time, and possibly seeing if the worktable in her shed was sturdy enough for—
“We could all go,” Adam said. “Load up the tools tonight. It’ll be faster with more hands.”
Did he just… No. He didn’t cock block me because she simply asked for a ride home. Besides, his suggestion made sense—a few of the things we needed to bring back here were going to take some lifting and maneuvering to get them into the truck without hurting anything or anyone.
Brooke grinned. “You could stay for dinner if you did that. It’s Bryan’s night to cook, and I’m pretty sure he made jambalaya.”
