Page 23 of Silver Spoon Falls, Vol. I

EIGHTEEN

ADALYNN

“I leave for a month to teach football camp and come home to you shacking up with a rockstar,” Garrett complains, eyeing me over the bar with a scowl on his face. With his green eyes narrowed and his lips pulled down into a frown, he looks so much like our dad it’s unreal.

He’s grumpy and overprotective, also just like him. As soon as Razor told him what’s been going on around here, he got pissed. I had to distract him with beer to keep him from marching down to the jail to bail Roger out just so he and Razor could take turns breaking his arms.

I have a feeling the two of them are going to be ganging up against me a lot. Which means Garrett really needs to find a girlfriend or a wife or a boyfriend or whoever he’s into soon. I need reinforcements.

“I didn’t want to worry you,” I say.

“What the fuck, Adalynn?”

“I echo his sentiment,” Razor says, shrugging when I look to him for help. He’s not thrilled that I never told my brother about the Roger situation either. Of course, he’s no help. He’s the chatty Cathy who blabbed in the first place.

“I planned to tell you. Eventually,” I mutter.

Garrett and Razor both scowl at me.

I huff and throw up my hands. “It’s way too early in our relationship for the two of you to be on the same side. Aren’t you supposed to hate him on principle?” I ask, glaring at Garrett. “I’m shacking up with him, remember?”

“What the fuck, Adalynn?” Razor says.

Garrett smirks, lifting his beer to his lips.

“It’s hard to hate a man who has you under lock and key.

” He nods to the bodyguard standing at the end of the bar.

Callum Carmichael is a freaking giant. The bar closed an hour ago, but he still stands like he expects someone to jump out and grab me at any moment.

I appreciate how serious Razor is about keeping me safe, but Roger is still in jail, and I’ve never felt safer.

After everything happened, I talked to a therapist a few times.

Razor and I both agreed it was a good idea.

Talking it through helped put everything into perspective for me.

It made coming back to work a lot easier, too.

Roger’s shadow doesn’t loom. This place feels… lighter now. Happier. The stockroom isn’t my favorite place, but Bender installed security cameras and a panic button. He also paid to have the alley gated. Without a fob, you can’t get in.

“Besides, I know something you don’t know,” Garrett says.

“You’re older than me. That doesn’t make you smarter than me, Garrett Daniel Marsh.” I roll my eyes. He always thinks he knows more than me. Older brothers never outgrow being annoying. Ever. “What do you think you know that you think I don’t know?”

“You’ll see.” He smirks again.

Razor laughs abruptly. “Do you and your sisters argue like this, too, pretty baby?”

“No,” I answer.

“Yes,” Garrett says at the same exact time.

I ignore him. “My sisters don’t annoy me like some people.”

“You love me.”

“Hurry and get married so someone else can love you instead,” I say, my voice saccharine.

“Working on it,” Garrett rumbles, lifting his beer to his lips again.

I whip my head in his direction, shocked. But he’s not looking at me. He’s staring off into the distance, his brows furrowed. Huh. I think my brother is in love.

“Fucking finally,” Razor mutters, hopping up from his barstool before I can badger Garrett for details. He reaches over the bar for my hand. “Come here, pretty baby.”

“I’m working, Razor.”

“Not right now, you aren’t. The bar is closed.” He pulls me around to the end of the bar and then out onto the floor. We weave through tables, heading toward the stage.

Why are Bender, Zak, and Pen on stage? And why is Bender behind a drum set? I didn’t even know he knew how to play the drums.

“What’s going on?” I ask warily as Razor leads me right up to the edge of the stage and then sits me down at a table front and center.

“I want you to hear something,” he murmurs, leaning down to run his lips across my forehead. “Just sit right there.”

“Okay…”

He shoots me a reassuring smile and then hops up on stage.

“Don’t fuck this up,” he growls at Bender.

“Settle your ass down. I’ve got this,” Bender says, flipping him the bird.

Razor steps up to the microphone and then winks at me. Is he… Oh my gosh, is he singing? Razor doesn’t sing. Well, he sings in the shower, but his voice is not great. There’s a reason he’s the drummer.

Bender counts off, and then the band launches into a song.

“She's pale moonlight and sweet sunshine,” Razor sings, his gritty voice off-key but still sexy as sin to me. “Pretty little baby with the devil in her eyes.”

I gasp when I realize he’s singing about me. He wrote a song about me. Oh my goodness.

“Lord have mercy, and then hell can have my soul. This sweet little thing has me losing all control.” He shimmies his hips, making Garrett wolf-whistle at him.

I giggle, trying not to cry. I can’t believe he wrote a song about me.

“One kiss from her lips. A single touch of her hands,” Razor sings at the top of his lungs. “Damn, my pretty baby has me falling again.” He hops off the stage, smirking as he strides toward me.

“I love you,” I mouth.

He winks at me and then launches into the chorus again. Bender shakes his head mournfully as he hits a sour note. Pen cracks up, barely able to keep it together. Razor ignores both of them as he sinks to his knees in front of me.

He sets the microphone at his feet, reaching into his pocket.

My breath stalls in my throat when he pulls out a ring, holding it out in the palm of his hand. Everyone and everything else vanishes.

“She's pale moonlight and sweet sunshine,” he croons, his voice whisper quiet. “Pretty little baby, will you be mine?”

“Razor,” I breathe, staring in shock at the platinum and solitaire diamond ring.

“When you come to work, I don’t want you remembering that asshole and fear. I want you to remember this moment. I want you to remember me,” he says. “Marry me, Adalynn.”

I’d follow this man anywhere if he asked it of me, chase him across every continent if that’s what he wanted. But he isn’t asking. He’s holding my whole world in the palm of his hand, asking me for the simplest answer in the world.

My heart screams it. My mouth echoes.

“Yes,” I sob, flinging myself out of my chair and into his arms. “Yes.”

He catches me, pulling me up against the hard wall of his chest. His mouth crashes down on mine, his kiss hot and fierce. Exactly like the man.

“Told you I knew something you didn’t!” Garrett shouts.

For once, I let him get away with it.