Deacon (Montana Billionaires #2) Read Online Celeste Jones

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: Montana Billionaires Series by Celeste Jones

Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 52879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)

All I want is a second chance.
There’s never been anyone for me but Lissy.
On the night I’d planned to propose, tragedy struck my family and I sort of went off the deep end. Very deep.
I wasn’t fit to be with someone like her.
It broke her heart. Mine too.
Now six years have passed.
When I learn Lissy has been keeping a secret from me, I have to find her.
And my daughter.
I’ll prove that I’m not the a$$hole I was when we broke up.
Prove I can be the man she needs and the daddy my daughter deserves.
It’s a tall order.
But I’ll do it. Or die trying.




"This feels like when we had to wait outside Mr. Griffith’s office back in high school, doesn’t it?" my older brother, Adam says.

I laugh a bit and it eases some of the tension.

Some. Not all.

"Remember that time we both almost got suspended for rappelling down from the roof of the school building and Dad had to come and talk him out of it?" I say.

"Yeah," Adam replies with a rueful smile. "I think we’d have been better off taking our chances with the principal than Dad."

We’re both silent for a moment.

"I’d give about anything for him to be here now to chew me out," I say.

"I would too," Adam says, then he grins. "Because then I wouldn’t have to be sitting here with your sorry ass."

I’m still surprised by the amount of jokes Adam makes these days. I give the credit for that to his new wife, Kit.

She’s made a world of difference in him. In all of us, really.

She and our sister Boone are off shopping in Ponderosa Pass while Adam and I wait to see our lawyer. Well, lawyers, actually. North Starr Ranch is the biggest client of this firm, which sort of makes me wonder why we have to cool our heels in the waiting area.

I guess that makes me sound arrogant and I don’t mean to be, but I’m nervous and mad at myself that we’re here at all. Adam, in his life before Kit mellowed him out, would have reamed my ass out all the way from our ranch to the city over this. I sort of wish he had. I wouldn’t feel so guilty.


If regrets were raindrops, I’d be a hurricane.

The big door opens and Tom Hazlet steps out to greet us. "Sorry to keep you waiting," he says. "Come on in."

Adam enters first. Primogeniture and all that. Plus, though I want to get this over with, I’m also not so eager for the meeting to start.

The door closes behind us. Adam and I sit at a conference table with Tom and his assistant, Carla. Tom’s got a tablet in front of him as well as a stack of files and paperwork.

He offers us coffee and we both decline.

"Right," he says. "We might as well get down to it. I know you two aren’t here for chit chat."

"No," I say, blowing out a big breath, "just lay it on me straight, Tom."

He looks at me and pauses. Apparently, this is the dramatic effect he uses so successfully in court. "Well," he says, "I have good news and…interesting news for you."

Adam and I exchange a glance.

"I’ll start with the good news," Tom says. "The DNA tests show you aren’t the father of Lori’s baby as she has claimed. In fact, with further research and some familial DNA work, we’ve found that the father of her baby is actually Dave Sharp. He’s not as well-off as a member of the Starr family, of course, but according to our investigator, he’s interested in having a relationship with his child and is willing to help out financially."

I blow out another breath. Thank God. I knew I wasn’t the baby’s father, but I also sort of felt bad for Lori. We’d hooked up now and then, but the last time was too long ago for me to be the father. Didn’t mean she wouldn’t try to pin it on me, though. I’d even thought about setting up some money for the baby. Not like I’d miss it.

"That is good news," I say, relieved. "I hope the two of them can work things out."

Adam is also relieved. I can tell by the smile on his face, though it’s short-lived. "You dodged a bullet there, brother," he says, giving me his stern big brother face.

"I know," I say. What I want to say is that I’m sorry. For so much. Likely more than I even realize.

A few years ago, our family suffered a major tragedy and I went off the rails. Bad. Real bad.

To say this is the first time I’ve had to chat with Tom the lawyer about the ramifications of some of my actions would be a lie.

But, it’s been months since I’ve acted that way. Maybe even a year. I just wish people would believe that I’m not that guy anymore.