Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 73515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
I headed into the kitchen to put the flowers in water, grumbling a little to myself when I couldn’t find a note tucked into the stems. But my frustration disappeared when I saw a white note card with dark masculine lettering scrawled on it leaning against the coffee machine. Deacon had quickly discovered that coffee was my favorite way to get my caffeine fix, so it was smart of him to leave the note where he could be sure that I’d find it. After setting the flowers in the sink, I went over to read what he’d written.
Ran out to grab provisions. Be back soon.
- Deacon
The note was simple and to the point, but that didn’t stop me from tucking it into a drawer as a keepsake. Then I trimmed the stems from the flowers, put them in a vase, and set them in the center of my small dining table. When that was all done, I heard the rumble of the engine from Deacon’s truck out front. I headed outside, planning to thank him for the flowers and help bring in the groceries. But I came to an abrupt stop on my doorstep when he strode over to shake hands with a guy climbing out of the driver’s seat of a four-door sedan parked behind his truck instead of walking toward me.
The guy handed him something before jogging toward another car idling in the street. When they pulled away, Deacon finally turned in my direction and flashed me a big grin. “Hey, baby.”
I returned his smile before asking, “How do you know that guy?”
“Never met him before today.” Deacon tossed a set of keys toward me, and I instinctively reached out to catch them. “He was here to drop off your car.”
I glanced at the shiny, brand spanking new car parked at the curb, my brow wrinkling in confusion. “Um, have you had any traumatic brain injuries during your time in the Navy?”
“Nope.” Deacon rubbed his palm over the top of his head. “I’ve done a damn good job at protecting my noggin. Why?”
“I’m a little worried that after driving Betsy from the hospital all the way here and then to your friends’ place, you think that car”—I pointed at the luxury vehicle that cost more than my rent for an entire year—“even remotely resembles mine beyond having four tires and a steering wheel.”
“Yeah, about that. I have some bad news.” I moved closer as he dropped the tailgate on the back of his truck. “When I stopped over at Merrick and Audrey’s place to grab my stuff, Betsy wasn’t there.”
My eyes widened. “Someone stole Betsy?”
“I’m not sure what happened to her.” He shrugged his broad shoulders. “But I couldn’t leave you without a vehicle, so I called a friend whose brother owns some dealerships, and he had him send a car over for you.”
I held up my hand—the one that wasn’t holding the keys to a brand-new car—while I tried to wrap my head around what he was telling me. It took me a moment since it was a lot to take in. “Your friend’s brother sent over a Lexus for me to drive? No questions asked? Just here’s a forty-thousand-dollar car to replace the one you lost?”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure that model costs more than that, but there’s no way to know for sure since we’ll never see the invoice.”
The hint of color that spread across his cheeks as he grabbed his duffel and a couple of bags of groceries from the back of his truck piqued my curiosity. “Your friend’s brother sent over a car for me to use, and he’s not expecting any money for it?”
“All Cory would say was that the ES 350 model is popular with women and is one of the safest cars on the road. That was enough to sell me.” He jerked his thumb toward the sedan as he walked toward me. “And he didn’t just send it over for you to use.”
I gripped the keys so hard that they dug into my palm. “It isn’t a loaner?”
He shifted the bags so he could fling his arm over my shoulder and lead me back into my apartment. “Nope, the temporary documents are in the glove compartment, and he’s having someone handle the paperwork to transfer the title over to you.”
“That-what-I…” I shook my head, unable to articulate what I was thinking. My thoughts were all over the place as I followed Deacon into my kitchen and watched him put away the food he’d bought. “Why would your friend’s brother give me a car?”
He heaved a deep sigh and scrubbed his palms over his face. “Because he’s a billionaire who feels like he owes me because I helped his brother, Jasper, rescue him when he was kidnapped. Cory has been trying to find a way to pay me back, so he jumped all over this situation.”