Page 108 of Maddox

“So, your dad skipped out?” Draven asks.

Nodding, I push my hair behind my ear. “Yep.”

“Damn,” she mutters. “Look, the only thing I can think of is to tell my brother and see what he says.”

Maddox.

Oh god. I mean at this point I don’t have a choice but he’s both sexy as all hell and scary as fuck.

What will he do? I mean after our last encounter where I kind of blew him off, he may be pissed about it.

Beyond that, he was asking questions about Joey too. Can I trust him?

“Okay,” I say, after clearing my throat—twice.

When she pulls away with a roar, I sit back, exhaling quietly.

“We’re on lockdown,” she says with a curl to her lip. “I was heading home. We can wait there for him.”

I may not know what Maddox wanted with Joey, but I know in his own weird way he’s been trying to protect me.

That’s got to count for something, which is why I mumble, “Okay.”

“Cool.”

We’re quiet the rest of the way, but I can’t relax because I’m still hyped up from the events of the evening.

When we pull up to her house, I glance around but don’t see Maddox’s bike. Both relieved and disappointed, I follow when she leads me inside.

It’s quiet and dark but warm and I shiver at the change as she says, “Be right back.”

Once she’s gone, I spin in a circle before sitting down gingerly on the couch.

My bones ache and I didn’t realize how cold I was until we stepped through that door.

Draven forces me from my thoughts when she reappears in sweats and a hoodie. She steps into the kitchen, and I can’tsee what she’s doing beyond the counter until she comes back around and holds out a can of beer.

“Thanks,” I mutter, although I don’t really want it.

“Yep,” she says as she turns on the television.

After she’s found a cheesy sitcom, she produces a joint but when she offers it to me, I pass and turn away, staring blindly at the T.V.

I must fall asleep because the unmistakable sound of footsteps rouses me, and I open my eyes just as Maddox says, “Delaney?”

I meet his dark, fathomless gaze with confusion before glancing around.

Where did Draven go?

“Why are you here?” he asks.

“I had nowhere else to go,” I say in a daze.

Once again, he eyes me like a puzzle to be solved before sighing and saying, “C’mon.”

When he leads me to his room, I stare at the bed, my cheeks heating at the remembrance of the last time I laid with him.

Against the wall, sitting on the dresser is an old school clock still going despite the way everything else in this room seemed to molder.