Chapter 14

“The neighbors have a dog,” I said by way of explanation as I gathered ingredients. Deacon chuckled.

“Apparently a yappy one.”

“Step up. Want some water?” Apollo called from his perch. Then he sang, “Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle bells.”

“I can put him in his room if he’s too noisy,” I offered.

“Hell no. He’s better entertainment than TV.”

Apollo picked at his food for a minute and ate a few bites. Then he made that sex groan again, and I dropped an eggshell into the batter I was mixing. Deacon laughed so hard he had to brace himself on the counter.

“Shut up,” I grumbled, but I was smiling, too.

“Don’t worry, Rory. I like that sound coming from you.”

A pleased feeling spread through my stomach. It only intensified when Deacon stepped up and wrapped his arms around me and turned me so he could kiss me. I melted against him and was only vaguely aware of Apollo barking in the background.