Chapter Thirty
Delilah’s heart raced as she climbed behind Hawkeye on the motorcycle. She didn’t know how he felt about Raven telling her the house was hers whenever it was ready, but he didn’t seem upset about it. She hoped he was through giving her mixed signals.
As he slowed to a stop then backed the motorcycle into line with the others, she turned her attention to what she was getting ready to do.
Choose a house of her own. She’d never been given a choice about how she wanted her house to be.
She’d never been given a choice as to where to put things before.
Her heart seemed to race and her mouth went dry.
What if she picked the wrong things then she hated it?
What would she do then? She pushed away her worries and decided to do her best and go from there.
“Are you ready?” Taylynn asked. “I’m excited. I already chose our floorplan but I’m still working on colors. Then I have to think about furniture, but we’ve got a bit more time before we have to worry about that.”
“You might double check that.” Hawkeye put in. “Someone told me recently they had to wait three months for their furniture to be delivered after they went and placed the order.”
“Three months?” she said with wide eyes.
Hawkeye nodded.
“Shit, “Taylynn let her head hang. “I was looking forward to a little bit of a break. Guess the break will have to wait.” She heaved a put upon sigh and hooked an arm around one of Delilah’s. “Come on, we’ve got a lot to do. Andy’s grabbing her computer, I’ll get mine, then we can look at two things at once.
” She towed Delilah along with her back into the clubhouse.
As they passed through the main room, Delilah noticed all the sleeping people were gone and the trash had been picked up but the room wasn’t clean, at least not yet. Dax had a spray bottle and a rag and was wiping down surfaces,
Taylynn paused, looked at him long enough to get his attention, then spoke. “Tattletale.”
“Yep,” he said with a grin. “You knew I’d do it when you walked out, too. It annoys you sometimes, but you love that we take your safety seriously.” He turned to look at Delilah. “That’s not just for her—we take the safety of all of our women seriously.”
Delilah blinked, not sure what to say or if she should even talk to him. Warren had hated for her to talk to other men. Ever, but especially when he wasn’t around. What would Hawkeye expect?
“Thank you,” she said, looking away. He seemed to sense she wasn’t comfortable as he turned and went back to cleaning.
Taylynn started walking again, towing Delilah along in her wake. They went back to the room where Hawkeye had taken her after they’d come back from their shopping this morning.
“Here, have a seat. I’ll pop over to our room and grab my computer.”
Delilah nodded and sat where she had been earlier.
She wasn’t sure what else to do. She wasn’t even sure she could find her way back to the room she’d shared with Hawkeye the night before.
Even if she could, he had locked it and she didn’t have a key.
She didn’t know what the others planned to do on their computers, as she’d never used one before, but she was willing to watch and maybe she could figure it out.
Life here would be dramatically different than in Jericho.
It would be an adjustment ... she just hoped she didn’t make Hawkeye too angry while she learned.