Caged(137)

       
         
       
        

Bing led them into a room straight out of an English manor-a wood-paneled, thickly carpeted lounging area where men played billiards, smoked cigars, and swilled expensive spirits while plotting to run the world.

"Stay by me," Deacon murmured.

They stopped in front of a hand-carved, L-shaped bar with club chairs on one side and a brass foot railing down the other side. Bing stepped behind the partition. Looked like he was the butler and the bartender. "What would you like to drink, Molly?"

"She'll have the same as me. Jameson Select on the rocks with a splash of soda."

Molly thought it best not to correct Deacon and ask for rum and Diet Coke.

When Bing smiled and turned away to fix their drinks, Deacon put his mouth to her ear. "Dad is a shitty bartender. Makes drinks three times stronger than they should be. The Jameson is high-end, so he'll be stingy with it-trust me."

"But I'm not a whiskey drinker."

"Good. Then there's no chance you'll get hammered and my family will take advantage."

"They'd do that?"

"In a fucking heartbeat, babe." He kissed the hollow below her earlobe. "They're cut from the same cloth as your cousins."

A more expensive cut of cloth to be sure, she thought tartly.

"Deacon, aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?"

A command cloaked in a honeyed drawl was still a command.

Deacon didn't turn around, and Molly didn't see a smile on his lips or in his eyes. "I figured introductions could wait until we had our drinks."

"Very well. I'm pleased you retained something from the etiquette classes I sent you to."

Wow. He'd just blown off his mother.

Conversation buzzed in the room, but Molly kept her focus on Bing, as he used an industrial soda dispenser to add bubbles to the amber liquid in the crystal glasses.

"Here you are." Bing popped a tiny blue straw in each glass.

"Thanks, Dad."

"Need me to run interference with your mother?"

"No. I can handle her."

"I wasn't worried about you, son."

Molly sipped her drink and wished she could've slammed the entire thing when she finally noticed the people openly gawking at her.

Deacon draped his arm over her shoulder. They made their way toward a rail-thin brunette with big Texas hair, who was stylishly dressed in a pantsuit the soft hue of pink champagne. "Molly, meet my mother, Julianne."

Molly thrust out her hand. "Thank you for inviting me into your home, Mrs. Westerman."

Her pale blue eyes, as frosty as her son's, inspected Molly head to toe. The woman didn't look a day over forty. She briefly took Molly's hand. Then her gaze moved to Deacon. "Will you make introductions, or shall I?" 

With his drink, Deacon gestured to the blond woman next to his mother. "I'll do it. Molly, this is my aunt Annabelle Wick-Julianne's sister-and her husband, Derek."

Derek offered his hand and muttered, "Our son, Warren." Then he gestured to a gangly teen sprawled in a cozy seating area, who didn't look up from his cell phone to acknowledge either of them.

Deacon pointed to the next couple. "This is my uncle Clark Westerman and his wife, my aunt Sissy-they're Tag's parents."

"Lovely to meet you," Sissy said.

"Aunt Suzette," Deacon said coldly to the dark-haired woman who'd slithered between Clark and Sissy. "I didn't expect to see you here."

"Of course I wanted to be here to welcome your new girlfriend." Suzette offered a slim, bejeweled hand. "I'm Suzette Atherton. Deacon's aunt. This is my husband, Leonard." He was so tall he had to crouch a little to shake her hand. Then Suzette said, "And this is our son, Clive."

A good-looking, dark-haired man close to Deacon's age, overdressed in a three-piece camel-colored linen suit, ambled closer with obvious reluctance. The slight sneer twisting his mouth lessened his attractiveness. His blue eyes, a shade darker than Deacon's, scrutinized Molly for what seemed an eternity.

Deacon's fingers tightened on Molly's. "Clive. Are your mom and dad paying you to put in an appearance?"

"Of course I wasn't invited, but when has that ever stopped me? My curiosity overruled the potential boredom of this family dinner. But now I think"-he shot Molly an unreadable glance-"it will prove to be a very interesting evening."

How was she supposed to survive this? They were all looking at her like she was a green-skinned alien.

Bing cut through the group and stopped in front of Deacon, clapping him on the shoulder. "Tell us about your next fight."