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he had been. A nod toward the boy sent his bodyguard into motion, and he slipped out the front door after Gideon.
Chapter Six
Heaven stood before the crate of tomatoes and counted out the number needed in the kitchen. She was helping out back here for the next couple of hours, and she didn’t mind. The break from serving tables meant she could avoid fighting to keep her eyes off Damen for a while. The man seemed always to be on duty when she was. She shouldn’t complain, because this was what she wanted, to see what Damen was truly like. The problem came in when fatherhood was the farthest thing from her mind, and all she thought of was sleeping with him.
Heaven already knew she was two seconds from accepting his offer to become lovers again. Nervousness and fear had faded, and desire took over. One more time, her idiot mind kept telling her. Just sleep with him once after so long, and everything would be okay.
Yeah, right. She couldn’t believe it, but after the idea presented itself she couldn’t dismiss it either. Annoyed at herself, she started out of the larder but froze when angry voices reached her from the hall.
“We need to talk,” Creed snapped. “In my office.”
“I’m busy, Creed, and don’t you want our guests to eat when they get here?”
“Don’t give me that attitude, Shada. You’ve been putting me off for weeks.”
“Well, the restaurant is not the place to do it.”
“It is when you leave our bed at the crack of dawn to avoid me!”
Heaven winced. She moved over to the door and eased it wider. There was no squeak from rusty hinges, of course. The Marquettes ran a tight ship, but knowing it didn’t stop her nerves.
Heaven had just gotten the door wide enough to slip out, planning to escape into the kitchen in case Creed and Shada came her way and thought she purposely eavesdropped. Before she could clear the door, a bulky figure pressed her backward and pushed the door almost shut. She thrust at Damen’s chest with no result whatsoever.
“Move, Damen,” she whispered. “I was just about to get out of here.”
“Too late. They’re right outside.”
She didn’t believe him, but it did seem like Creed and Shada’s voices had grown louder. Heaven maneuvered around Damen to face the door, but he stood so close behind her, she felt the heat off his body. He crowded her on purpose, the bum. The larder was plenty big enough for the both of them. Damen’s hands came down on her shoulders, and he squeezed. Her ridiculous body behaved as if he had rubbed a hand between her legs. To try to regain control of herself, she focused on the arguing couple.
“Nobody’s avoiding you, Creed. Stop being dramatic.”
“So you’re being completely honest with me?” he demanded.
“Yes!”
“Then what’s this?”
Everything went quiet. Heaven would kill to see what he showed her.
“I-I-I,” she stuttered.
Heaven looked over her shoulder at Damen. He shrugged, but then his gaze shifted to her lips. She swiveled her head back to face the door.
“You don’t understand.” Shada’s voice was almost too quiet to hear.
Now, Creed wasn’t yelling either. “No, I don’t. You agreed to marry me, and you said we could try for a baby. I didn’t push you into it. Now I find out you were back on the pill without telling me.”
Heaven slapped a hand over her mouth, and Damen cursed.
“Creed,” Shada cried.
“Fuck it, Shada. I’m done.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“We’re done. I can’t fight your fear. I’m not going to anymore.”
Running steps in the hall reached Heaven, a door slam, and then Stefan’s voice. “Creed, wait a sec. Where are you going?”
Heaven looked up at Damen again. “You should go after your brother.”
“No.”
She spun to face him. “Don’t you care?”
“Of course I do.”
“Then, why don’t you talk to him? He must be hurting.”
“I’m sure he is, but…”
“But what, Damen?” She put her hands on her
Chapter Six
Heaven stood before the crate of tomatoes and counted out the number needed in the kitchen. She was helping out back here for the next couple of hours, and she didn’t mind. The break from serving tables meant she could avoid fighting to keep her eyes off Damen for a while. The man seemed always to be on duty when she was. She shouldn’t complain, because this was what she wanted, to see what Damen was truly like. The problem came in when fatherhood was the farthest thing from her mind, and all she thought of was sleeping with him.
Heaven already knew she was two seconds from accepting his offer to become lovers again. Nervousness and fear had faded, and desire took over. One more time, her idiot mind kept telling her. Just sleep with him once after so long, and everything would be okay.
Yeah, right. She couldn’t believe it, but after the idea presented itself she couldn’t dismiss it either. Annoyed at herself, she started out of the larder but froze when angry voices reached her from the hall.
“We need to talk,” Creed snapped. “In my office.”
“I’m busy, Creed, and don’t you want our guests to eat when they get here?”
“Don’t give me that attitude, Shada. You’ve been putting me off for weeks.”
“Well, the restaurant is not the place to do it.”
“It is when you leave our bed at the crack of dawn to avoid me!”
Heaven winced. She moved over to the door and eased it wider. There was no squeak from rusty hinges, of course. The Marquettes ran a tight ship, but knowing it didn’t stop her nerves.
Heaven had just gotten the door wide enough to slip out, planning to escape into the kitchen in case Creed and Shada came her way and thought she purposely eavesdropped. Before she could clear the door, a bulky figure pressed her backward and pushed the door almost shut. She thrust at Damen’s chest with no result whatsoever.
“Move, Damen,” she whispered. “I was just about to get out of here.”
“Too late. They’re right outside.”
She didn’t believe him, but it did seem like Creed and Shada’s voices had grown louder. Heaven maneuvered around Damen to face the door, but he stood so close behind her, she felt the heat off his body. He crowded her on purpose, the bum. The larder was plenty big enough for the both of them. Damen’s hands came down on her shoulders, and he squeezed. Her ridiculous body behaved as if he had rubbed a hand between her legs. To try to regain control of herself, she focused on the arguing couple.
“Nobody’s avoiding you, Creed. Stop being dramatic.”
“So you’re being completely honest with me?” he demanded.
“Yes!”
“Then what’s this?”
Everything went quiet. Heaven would kill to see what he showed her.
“I-I-I,” she stuttered.
Heaven looked over her shoulder at Damen. He shrugged, but then his gaze shifted to her lips. She swiveled her head back to face the door.
“You don’t understand.” Shada’s voice was almost too quiet to hear.
Now, Creed wasn’t yelling either. “No, I don’t. You agreed to marry me, and you said we could try for a baby. I didn’t push you into it. Now I find out you were back on the pill without telling me.”
Heaven slapped a hand over her mouth, and Damen cursed.
“Creed,” Shada cried.
“Fuck it, Shada. I’m done.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“We’re done. I can’t fight your fear. I’m not going to anymore.”
Running steps in the hall reached Heaven, a door slam, and then Stefan’s voice. “Creed, wait a sec. Where are you going?”
Heaven looked up at Damen again. “You should go after your brother.”
“No.”
She spun to face him. “Don’t you care?”
“Of course I do.”
“Then, why don’t you talk to him? He must be hurting.”
“I’m sure he is, but…”
“But what, Damen?” She put her hands on her
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