Be back as soon as I can,
D
How sweet is this man?
This is the last moments of bliss I experience before the glorious bubble we’ve existed in, bursts.
Connecting the call, a frantic voice comes through. “Teagan? Are you there?”
Instantly, I’m on alert as I reply, “Yeah, I’m here.”
“It’s Connor. He needs you.”
Walkinginto the Bean Brew Café, I admire the exposed bricks and concrete ceilings. My brother Damien, the civil engineer, would appreciate how the owner’s renovated this old firehouse. There are still fire poles, but instead of fire engines at the ready, there are tables and chairs scattered for patrons to enjoy.
When I step to the counter, an older gentleman greets me, “Mornin’, what can I get for you?”
“I’ll take the largest cup of your darkest coffee and a medium cinnamon mocha.” Spotting some danishes in the display case in front of me, I say, “I’ll also take two danishes and two egg and cheese sandwiches.”
“Coming right up. I’m Rex. I don’t think I’ve seen you in before,” he says as he rings up my order.
Reaching out to shake his hand, I introduce myself. “Davis. I’m only in town for a short trip. Are you the owner?”
“Yeah.” He nods as a girl behind him makes my order. “When I retired as fire chief, the city built a new fire station. I just couldn’t not come to this place every day.”
“You’ve done a great job on the renovations,” I admit. “I love what you’ve done to the place.”
“Thanks. Some would call it a passion project, but I spent years keeping this place in top shape. Just because I’m no longer fighting fires doesn’t mean I’ve given up on this beauty of a building.”
When another customer enters, I quickly step to the side and let him wait on her.
Once my order is ready, Rex calls over to me, “Davis, your order is ready. Enjoy the rest of your visit to Deacon.”
The man has a great memory. Grabbing my food, I make my way to my SUV.
Carrying our food from the car into the building is simple enough. When I realize I’ve left my key to the room in my wallet, I’ll admit I’m less than graceful retrieving it. Finally, after almost spilling the coffee and mocha, I give up and set the drink carrier on the floor as well as our bag of food. I dig out the key from my wallet.
Opening the door as quietly as I can, I smile at the memory of last night. She’d just gone down on me and had the devilish grin once she realized how quick she could make me come with that wicked tongue of hers. She’d looked over at the window as she fell back onto the bed. “I’m going to need the largest cinnamon mocha they have in this town. I haven’t been up until the sun rose since college.”
I’d quickly kissed her as I pulled her into my side and assured her, “Relax. Neither of us have anywhere we need to be today. I’ll make sure you have your needed dose of caffeine.”
It’s nearly noon, and the room is still dark as the blackout curtains are still drawn. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust to my surroundings.
She must be out since she doesn’t stir when I turn on the bathroom light. Since I’ve already drunk most of my coffee, I take it into the bathroom and decide to take a quick spin in the shower, while I wait for her to wake up.
After a steamy hot shower, I feel refreshed and ready for the day. After drying off, I wrap a towel around me and walk to my suitcase.
It’s then I realize the bed is empty, and Teagan is nowhere to be found.
Maybe she decided to shower back at her place? She must have seen the note I left on the top of her purse, and since both are missing, I’ll just give her some time to return.
Wanting to make the most of our time together, I quickly dress and grab our food, intent on eating it and her again for breakfast.
I walk the necessary steps to her room and knock.
Nothing.
Knocking again, I press my ear to the door.
