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Breathe (Colorado Mountain #4)(146)
Author: Kristen Ashley

“I was surprised.”

“Honey, they were in a high speed chase with a pimp shooting at them. How could this be a surprise?”

This was true.

“Do we have a deal?” he pressed.

“So, breaking this down,” I started breaking it down, “essentially, we both watch each other’s shows because we both regularly go down on each other.”

Chace grinned again. “Essentially.”

My hands slid up his tee at the back and my legs moved restlessly as my eyes dropped to his mouth and I whispered, “Right then, time to earn an episode of Southland.”

I watched his grin turn into his smile.

Then his head dipped and he kissed me.

Then he set about earning another episode of Southland.

When he was done, I didn’t tell him, but he earned two.

* * * * *

Deck

Two months later

“Is it done?”

Deck stared at Trane Keaton standing at his office window, staring out at Aspen.

“Dominoes will fall,” Deck told him, arms crossed on his chest.

“How long?” Trane asked, not looking at him, the dick.

“Wheels in motion, my guess, the first one’ll go down in a week. The rest not long after. It’ll take, at most, three months.”

“And Bonar is neutralized?” Trane kept at it.

“Bonar has confirmed he’s received the message. No blowback on Chace or me. Before you ask, the kidnapper has too. Sterling is clear. They got enough to worry about without havin’ to worry about me. Kidnapper is facing attempted murder charges on top of kidnapping and Bonar and the two boys in your posse conspiracy. Evidence is solid. Case is tight. They’ll all go down. They don’t need me makin’ a hard fall harder.”

Trane turned and finally his eyes came to Deck for the first time since Deck entered the room.

“This can’t be traced back to you or me?”

He meant him.

Deck didn’t call him on it mostly because that would take time and he wanted to get out of there.

“Nope,” he answered.

“I have your assurances on that,” Trane pushed.

“I answered the question once. I did not lie. I won’t answer it again,” Deck replied.

Trane held his gaze and nodded.

Then he moved to his desk, lifted his hand and rested it on the top of his high-backed, leather desk chair.

“You did it as we agreed,” he stated softly.

“Yep,” Deck confirmed.

“Painful,” Trane went on.

“They’ll lose everything.”

Trane nodded.

Then he declared, “Chace can’t know.”

Deck’s back went straight at his surprising words.

“What?” he asked.

“You will not tell Chace.”

“That wasn’t part of the deal,” Deck growled.

“You won’t tell him.”

Deck uncrossed his arms from his chest and planted his hands on his hips. “Man, you just paid me to arrange for every man who had anything to do with his woman gettin’ buried alive to lose everything they hold precious. It’s the only f**kin’ thing you’ve ever done that even hints at bein’ for Chace. They’re plannin’ a wedding. You did this, he knows, you can get in there and you don’t want him to know?”

“I lost my son years ago. I’ll not get in there, as you put it, no matter what I do.”

“You’re wrong. This’ll help,” Deck told him.

“Was what you did legal?” Trane asked.

“Not by a long f**kin’ shot but these men colluded in a scheme to bury his woman alive. I’m not thinkin’ my boy’s gonna quibble.”

Trane shook his head. “He won’t know. You won’t tell him.”

“Don’t keep shit from my boy,” Deck growled.

“I’ll add an additional one hundred thousand dollars to your final pay,” Trane told him.

“Again, I do not keep shit from my boy.”

Trane’s head shifted to the side. “Do you want him to know so you can receive his gratitude for doing what he cannot to make those men pay?”

“Fuck no.”

“Then why would you need to tell him?”

Deck leaned into him and said quietly, “So he can believe, even if it’s for a second, one second his whole goddamned life, that his Dad has his back. I got a Dad who loves me. I got a Dad who’s proud of me. I got a Dad who’d bleed and die for me. I know how it feels. Chace has never had that. So if I could give him that for even one second, I’d give it to him. You doin’ this shit for him, for Faye, will give him that. So that’s why I need to tell him.”

Trane held his gaze.

Then he flipped his hand out, moved to sit in his chair and muttered, “Do what you must.”

“Would do that anyway,” Deck muttered back, making his own move and this was to get the f**k out of there.

“Jacob,” Trane called, Deck sucked air in through his nose and turned back. “I’m proud of him,” he whispered.

“Tell him not me.” Deck did not whisper.

“I love him,” Trane went on.

“Man, you’re talkin’ to the wrong guy.”

“He thinks I’m filth. If he knows I paid you to engage in illegal activities –”

“Keaton, f**k, man, he dug her out with his bare hands. Trust me on this, he… will not… quibble.”

He’d caught Trane’s flinch at his “dug her out with his bare hands” even though the man quickly wiped it from his face.

Fuck, was there a heart under all that dick?

Trane looked to his desk and repeated, “Do what you must.”

Deck stared at him a second.

Then he got the f**k out of there.

* * * * *

Chace

Four hours later

He listened to the phone ringing in his ear.

Then he heard, “Chace.”

“Make a reservation at Reynaldo’s. This weekend. Sunday night. For four.”

“Chace,” his father whispered, and f**k him, he heard that whisper tremble.

Chace’s gut got tight.

“We’ll meet you there at seven.”

There was nothing then, “Right. Seven.”

“Tell Ma I said hi.”

“I’ll pass that along.”

“I’m almost home,” Chace told him, seeing the white picket fence up ahead. “I gotta go.”

“Of course.”

“Later.”

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