In the Shadows (The Club, #10) (12 page)

There. The world hadn’t fallen apart by admitting it. Preston sat back in his chair, lips pursed, silent. Zeke waited. He’d had ample opportunity to learn the value of patience. Eventually, Preston turned from him and punched a button on the desk phone. He had turned it to speaker when the other line was picked up.

“Mak.”

“Sir, it’s Preston Stevens. Zeke Harding’s sitting here in my office and I think you need to hear what he told me.”

“Go on.” The clipped words didn’t mean Mr. Mak was irritated by the interruption, just that he was busy. Well, hopefully that’s what it meant.

Zeke repeated his story to the phone. Once it was over, he waited, nervously tapping his fingers against his leg. He was about to apologize for wasting his boss’s time when Mr. Mak spoke.

“I appreciate your work, Harding. You’re good at your job.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“I know you feel like you owe me, but I’d say years of dedicated service have already done that. Stevens, do we need to hire a replacement?”

“We have several employees who have asked for more hours, sir. I think we’ll manage until we find someone to take Harding’s spot.”

“Good. I accept your resignation, Harding. I appreciate you discussing the particulars with me. I hope everything works out. And please know that if you need anything, you only need to call.”

The tension he didn’t know he’d been holding disappeared with those brusque, but kind, words. “Thank you, Mr. Mak.”

Preston hung up. “All good, Irish?”

“It’s a relief. Thank you, sir.”

Preston made a face, but stood and shook Zeke’s hand. “Seriously, doesn’t all that formality ever get stuck in your craw?”

“Old habit, sir.” Zeke grinned and gave Preston’s hand an extra shake. “Guess I should clean out my locker.”

In another unusual move, Preston followed him back to the Suits’ building. It didn’t take long for Zeke to clean out his items; he rarely kept more than a spare suit in there anyway. Task finished, he fished his ID badge from his pocket and handed it over. “Anything else?”

“Nope.” Preston tapped the badge absently against his palm. “What are you going to do now?”

“Buying a bookstore.”

“No shit?”

Zeke shook his head.

“Why?”

“When all the–” He gestured lamely toward his back. “–well,
that
, happened, I promised myself that if I made it out, I’d buy a bookstore.”

“Kind of an odd choice for a security specialist, isn’t it? Why not a gun store?”

“I love books.” His throat tightened a little and he fiddled with his suit’s hanger. “The guys who were trapped with me were treated even worse than I was. Every time we got dragged back to our cell, the only way I could get them to forget the pain was by telling them stories.” He cleared his throat awkwardly, wishing the ache would go away. “I recited every goddamn fairy tale I knew. Every poem my mother had made me memorize. I even tried to recite all the other books I’d ever read. Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Hardy. Fuck, even Jane Austen. It was an escape. You asked what I was saving my money for? My realtor’s found a few places she thinks I might like.”

“Are you looking around here?”

“Not too many places around here. But I need to talk to Viv first.”

Preston nodded understandingly. “I hope it works out, Irish. Call me if you end up buying a place. I’ll drop in and buy something.”

“Sure thing.” He shook hands with Preston one last time, realizing that this was it. This chapter of his life was ending. “Thanks for everything, sir.”

“Of course.”

He was almost to the door when Preston called out behind him, “Good working with you, Zeke.”

He rested his hand on the doorknob, but looked back. “You too, Preston.”

The first trails of sunlight were tingeing the sky when he got back to his car. His newfound freedom whispered from the quiet morning streets. He’d done it. He’d finally done it.

Divine Twins was busy when he arrived. He waited patiently in line while the people ahead of him ordered coffee, office snacks, breakfasts to go. Only a few remained to eat at the tables, most of them reading newspapers or talking with each other as only old familiar friends could.

The woman behind the counter gave him a bright smile when he stepped up to order. “How can I help you?”

“I’m here to see Viv,” he said. Seeing the woman’s confusion, he quickly added, “Can you tell her Zeke’s here?”

“Of course. Do you have a moment to wait while I help these other customers?”

“Sure.” He stepped to the side, letting the drone of the bakery buzz around him while he examined the offerings in the glass case. It wasn’t until a dark form stepped beside him that he realized John had been calling his name. He straightened, surprised to see his friend there at the early hour, and gave him a hug.

“Sorry, John. Didn’t hear you.”

“I figured that out when you didn’t look up.” His buddy glanced around the restaurant, which was finally starting to quiet down again. “What are you doing here?”

“Came to see Viv.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be at work or something?”

Zeke couldn’t fight his grin any longer. “I quit my job.”

To his credit, John only sputtered a little. “What?”

“I quit my job. I’m going to buy that bookstore like I always told you.”

“Shit, Zeke. That’s...I mean, I’m happy for you, but...”

Zeke laughed and ran a hand over his head. “Yeah, you sound like it.”

“No, I really am.” John shifted from foot to foot, face serious. “Does that mean you’re leaving Karim?”

“I’m not sure.” Zeke peered toward the back where the woman from the counter had vanished a moment ago. “That’s why I need to talk with Viv.”

“You think she’d go somewhere with you?” John gestured around them. “This is her place, Zeke. She can’t just leave it.”

The frustration in John’s voice drew Zeke’s attention back to him. He eyed his friend, noting how stiffly John held himself, how his hands were clenched into fists. John’s protests were both unwelcome and unexpected.

“Why’re you having such a problem with this?” Zeke asked, keeping his voice.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Bullshit. If something’s bothering you, say it.” Zeke took a step closer, deliberately invading John’s space. It didn’t make sense for John to be so unsupportive; he was the one who had urged Zeke to buy the store, to follow on after the dream that had helped keep them sane during their captivity.

John mumbled something under his breath, but stepped back. Zeke opened his mouth to press the issue, but the excited call of his name distracted him.

Vivian stood in the doorway leading toward the back of the bakery. She didn’t have an apron on today, so her curves were on display in the rich blue shirt and snug jeans. Her hair was pulled back and up, exposing the graceful line of her neck. Her full, smiling lips were his greatest distraction though.

He crossed the room without thought, cupping her face with his hands, and gave in to his body’s demand of feeling those lips against his. Her mouth was soft against his and she kissed him like it they hadn’t seen each other for weeks instead of the few hours it had been in reality. When he finally pulled away, he could hear the amused whispers from patrons and the quiet
oh
of the worker at the counter.

Vivian’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t push him for space. Instead, she asked, “What are you doing here?”

“I needed to talk with you.”

“Now?” She peered around his shoulder and caught sight of John. Despite his frustration with his friend, Zeke loved how Vivian’s face lit up for him. “Hi, John! Are you here with Zeke?”

John schooled his features into an appropriately friendly face, but wouldn’t look at Zeke. “No. Just picking up breakfast.”

“I’m sure Delilah will be grateful for that,” she said with a smile.

The pain that crossed John’s face almost made Zeke stop. At least, it did until his buddy forced on a smile and said in a low voice, “You always get the good ones. You’d better appreciate that.”

Zeke decided to be polite and not flip off his friend. Instead, he turned back to his woman.

“Viv, can we go to the back? Please,” Zeke asked, fighting his urge so sling Vivian over a shoulder and get her away from John and everyone else.

“Tell her hi for me, will you?” Vivian asked John as she took Zeke’s hand and led him toward her office.

At least now he could talk to her without worrying what John may overhear. Judging by John’s miserable expression, Zeke would need to sort shit out with him later. But for now, the only thing that mattered was Vivian and her reaction to his news.

***

“S
o, good news?” Vivian asked, perching on the edge of her desk and swinging her feet while Zeke closed the door behind them.

“Yeah. I hope so.”

If she didn’t know him better, she might think he was nervous. “Spill, Zeke.”

“I quit my job.”

The news stunned her to silence. He continued, words speeding up as he paced the tiny space.

“You were right. I need to do something else,
be
someone else. So I quit.”

“Mr. Mak was okay with that?”

A ghost of a grin flitted over his lips. “Yeah. He understood.”

“Wow. That’s...good,” she finished lamely. When he raised a brow and pinned her with that questioning look of his, she held up her hands. “I don’t know what else to say. I know you wanted to quit, so I’m happy you did.”

“But?”

“Now what will you do?”

“Remember when I told you I was going to do something else before I met you?”

Dread coiled in the pit of her gut. Oh, no. This was going to be the goodbye she’d convinced herself would never arrive. “Mhmm.” She bit her lower lip to keep it from trembling.

“I’ve been planning on buying a book store. My realtor’s been looking for the right fit for a while and she’s found a few she thinks I would like.”

“A bookstore?” Images of his laden-shelves rose. She smiled despite her knowledge of what was about to come. “That sounds like a wonderful idea.”

He stopped pacing and his shoulders dropped. “I knew you’d understand.”

“I’m guessing there aren’t many places for sale around here.”

She’d tried to not sound pitiful or judgmental, but he must have heard the worry in her voice because he was at her side, hand gently cupping her neck as she peered up at him.

“No,” he agreed, thumb brushing her cheek. “There aren’t. That’s why I wanted to talk to you.”

She tried to protest, but he leaned down and kissed her. She moaned at the contact, nerves sizzling when his tongue flicked against her lower lip. He was tender, even as he slid a thigh between her knees, forcing her to widen her legs so he could stand between them. She pressed against him, eyes prickling at his gentleness.

The absence of his mouth pulled a soft noise of protest from her.

“Why does it feel like you’re kissing me goodbye?” he whispered.

“Because you’ll be leaving.”

He frowned at her. “I will?”

She tried to laugh, but it came out shorter, angrier than she wanted. “You’re going to buy a bookstore and move away. And we’ll try to make this work and it’ll fall apart and that’ll be the end.”

“You’ve got it all planned out, huh?”

“How else could it possibly go, Zeke?” A stray tear skittered its way down her cheek. Damn, she didn’t want to cry over this. She wanted to be happy for him. To be glad that he was finally getting the life he deserved after everything he’d been through. She shouldn’t be acting so selfish.

His lips brushed her chin, where the tear had halted its descent, kissing it away. “Well,” he rumbled, “I had something different in mind.”

She sniffled and he knelt, so she wasn’t looking up at him anymore. She lifted a hand and traced his jaw, at least until he captured her hand with his and kissed her fingertips. “What’s your idea?” she asked.

“We look at listings together. If we find one in a city we both like, we go take a look at it. If we don’t, or if you don’t want to leave Divine Twins, I’ll start looking at real estate here. It would take longer to start the store from scratch, but it’s not impossible.”

“You’re not serious.”

She jerked when he nipped her fingertips, frown deepening. “I’m dead serious, Viv. No arguments. I’m going to have my store, but I’m not going to give you up to accomplish that.”

“So, you aren’t breaking up with me?”

He threw his head back and laughed, a deep, raucous noise that went on for so long she was left unsure of whether to slap him for making fun of her or joining him in his relief.

“God, no, Viv.” His blue eyes flashed and he pressed his forehead to hers. “No.”

“Even with all the craziness in my life?”

He shook his head. “You’re mine, Vivian Bennett. Craziness be damned. Got it?”

She didn’t bother to speak. Kissing him was answer enough.

T
he rest of the day flew by in a blur. Work around the bakery kept Vivian busy until Yvette arrived. Zeke picked her up and they went to visit his realtor, getting information about the different properties she and her extended network had discovered. They were busy eating takeout on his floor, folders of various properties spread around them when Vivian’s cell phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Vivian?” Yvette sounded strange. Upset, nervous. “I’m sorry I’m calling so late.”

“It’s fine. Is something wrong?”

“I’m trying to close up, but there’s a problem with one of the ovens. I turned off the gas to it, but wasn’t sure if there was something else I should do.”

“That’s weird,” Vivian muttered, getting to her feet. Zeke, ever attentive, rose as well, eyes narrowed as he listened in on the one-sided conversation. “I’ll be there in a few minutes. Sorry it’s taking you longer to get home tonight.”

“It’s okay. I’ll see you soon.”

“Something wrong at the bakery?” Zeke asked.

“One of the ovens isn’t acting right,” she explained as she slipped on her shoes. “I just need to go down to check it really fast. Yvette already turned off the gas, but if it’s not working, I’ll need to adjust the baking list for Natalie tomorrow.”