Honey Whiskey (A Bastards MC Novel) by Carina Adams Page A

couldn’t figure out
how Matty had been able to do that with work. Sam had been sick a
lot over the years, and it always seemed like Matty or Bex would
catch it right after, making Matt miss another day of work. Now I
wondered if any of them were actually sick. One more question to
add to the pile, and one more answer I hoped I would have one
day.
    I talked to Teagan every day, but
hadn't filled her in yet. I tried to keep things generic, wanting
to wait until I had something definite to tell. Her stories were a
great distraction, and made me a little homesick. My Boston friends
called me every night, but they both worked, so I was on my own
during the day. If I wouldn’t have had class, I’d probably have
gone crazy. I missed my car. I’d taken a cab to school, walked to
the grocery store, and had food delivered. If I’d had my car,
though, I could have gone exploring. It was nice getting
reacquainted with the city I used to love. So much had changed in
such a short time.
    I was beyond lonely though. I
shook my head at the realization. Obviously my original plan of
finding an apartment by myself would never have worked. I would
have gone mad in within the first week. Hell, if the boys didn’t
come home soon, I might still go crazy. I pulled my casserole out
of the oven before checking the time once again. Forty-seven hours
and fifty-two minutes.
    “Somethin’
smells delicious.” Startled, I almost dropped the pan, and then I
paused, not sure if maybe I’d moved onto the next level of
loneliness and was now hallucinating. I turned slowly, just in case
he wasn’t real.
    He looked like shit. He was
wearing the same clothes he’d worn on Saturday night, except now
they were filthy and covered in road grime. His beard had grown in
even more. It was the most hair I’d ever seen on his face and it
gave him a sketchy, mountain man look. Worst of all was the pure
exhaustion that couldn’t be hidden. I wasn’t sure if he’d slept at
all in the last few days, but if he had, it wasn’t for long periods
of time. All that mattered to me right now, though, was that Matty
was here. Right in front of me.
    I ran across the room and jumped onto him, not
caring how dirty he was. I just wanted him in my arms. He smiled,
leaning down to kiss me. “Christ, it’s good to see you!” Pulling me
into him, he held me tight, arms locked behind me. I could feel the
tension flowing off his body. Something was wrong, very wrong. I
tried to pull away, but he was too strong. “Just let me hold you a
minute, please Joes?” I stopped struggling, but my mind whirled in
a thousand different directions. Was it Rob? One of the others? Did
someone get hurt?
    Matt sighed, but I couldn't tell
if it was in annoyance or frustration. “Jesus, Joes, I can
practically hear you thinking.” He grabbed my shoulders, holding me
at arm’s length from him so he could look in my eyes, and then he
sighed again, sadly this time. “I can’t stay long, but I needed to
see you.”
    Of course he couldn’t stay long.
It was early evening, but he was still three hours from home. He
didn’t look up for the drive, though, and I was tempted to ask him
to stay with me. After missing the last two days of work, I was
sure he couldn’t miss a third, but I couldn’t let him leave this
tired. Wracking my brain to think of something that might wake him
up before he left, I smiled. “Do you have time for a shower with
me?”
    His entire face perked up and he
smirked. “I’ll make time.” I grabbed his hand, yanking him down the
stairs, determined to make the most of however long we had
together.
    As soon as I was through the
bedroom door, I started to strip. My shirt was over my head in
seconds, and I started to wiggle out of my jeans before it hit the
floor. By the time I’d made it to the bathroom door, I was as naked
as the day I was born and a trail of clothes was laid out like a
treasure map that lead Matty right to me. He hadn’t followed me,
though.