Bringing It Home (Code Of Honor Book 3) by Reese Knightley

Bringing It Home (Code Of Honor Book 3) by Reese Knightley

Author:Reese Knightley [Knightley, Reese]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: Code of Honor Book Three
Publisher: Reese Knightley
Published: 2020-01-16T16:00:00+00:00


Yawning, he slipped on a zippered sweatshirt over his clothes. Spring time in Oregon was so much colder than Texas, and he found himself chilled most of the time. Making his way into the kitchen the next morning, he cooked up some bacon and waffles.

His face heated at his total loss of composure in the shower the night before. It was Diesel’s fault for being so handsome. He smiled dreamily.

“Smells good.”

“It’s so easy to make.” His cheeks heated as he turned with two plates of food. Diesel looked mouthwatering wearing faded blue jeans, socks on his feet, and a black pullover stretched around his wide shoulders. Hurrying over, he placed the food on the table and slipped into a chair.

He popped a bite of bacon into his mouth and spoke around it.

“Breakfast or lunch person?”

Diesel’s brow pinched before he answered, “Both.”

Triton giggled. Some people claimed that food was the way to a man’s heart. He was of the mind that getting to know someone was the best way.

“Winter, summer, fall, or spring?” He smirked.

“Spring,” Diesel grunted and shoveled in several bites before catching on.

“Movies or books?” Diesel said.


That was it. Diesel dropped back into silence and the game died. Triton finished his food with a sigh. Diesel finished eating, quickly rinsed his plate in the sink, and left the kitchen.


“Yes?” Diesel poked his head back through the doorway, looking wary.

“Do you have a laptop I can borrow?”

Diesel’s expression cleared, and he returned shortly with a laptop before leaving him again.

He carried the computer to the table and fired it up, making himself a temporary profile. From there, he started looking at what it would take to get his driver’s license and massage therapy license in the state of Oregon. He was making his own plans.

A half an hour or so later, the chair across from him scraped the floor and Diesel lowered into it. He could tell that Diesel had been outside again because he brought the smell of forest and rain in with him.

When Diesel didn’t say anything, Triton finally looked up from the screen to find the man’s gaze locked on him.

“What?” He bit his lip.

Diesel reached out and carefully placed his muddy cell phone on the table between them.


“We’re talking, and you’re not leaving anything out.”

“What do you want to know?”

“For starters, why did Molly bring this to me? Did you lose it or toss it?”

“I tossed it.”

Diesel nodded and held it up. The screen was locked. “Is there something on this?”

He hesitated, but Diesel didn’t say anything, he just kept looking at him until finally, Triton reached over and took the phone and found Clay’s last text.

Diesel’s jaw flexed as he read it.

“I’m going to get a new number.”

“You could have that changed with a phone call.”

“I know.”

“Then why throw your phone away?”

“Because I thought it would be easier to say I lost it than I need a new phone number.”

“You don’t need to lie like that any longer.”

He hung his head, squeezing his hands together. The disappointing tone in Diesel’s voice killed him.


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