Chapter 21

“We already decided I’m safe enough at school, since I’ll always be with other people, and Deacon’s going to be acting as my chauffeur.”

“What time do your classes start?” Deacon asked him.

“Nine.”

“That’s doable. I’ll pick you up in the morning at eight forty-five.” He glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall. “Damn, it’s after eleven. I didn’t realize it was so late.”

“Time flies when you’re having fun,” Max said caustically.

“The first couple of hours did,” Deacon told him. “I enjoyed the movie, and seeing it with you—especially with you.”

“I feel the same. I really do. It’s the aftermath…”

“Which is over, for now, and we ended the evening with a good meal. If you have an extra bedroom, I’ll offer to stay the night, if it will make you feel safer.”

“Unfortunately, we don’t,” Max replied. “Jack’s using two of them as his apartment, for lack of a better word. The one the realtor called the potential master suite is now my office.”