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A shudder rippled down my spine. Very few people in my life had ever tried protecting me like that. I owed him. I owed him big-time. Not just for tonight but for all those years I’d written to him. I’d divulged those inappropriate things because he was the only person I could have talked to about them. Jay never wanted to discuss intimacy with me, and with Griff in prison, it had felt safe. I’d never expected him to be released and for my words to come back and haunt me.
The least I could do was try to repair his relationship with his son. With or without his help.
6
SCOTTIE
The loud ringing of my cell phone, penetrating the otherwise peaceful night, pulled me out of my sleepy haze. I groaned and tugged the pillow over my head. I couldn’t have fallen asleep for long. After waiting up for Jay to return home, I’d eventually climbed into bed when he didn’t show up. I might have cried a bucketful or two of tears until I could barely open my eyes and my throat was hoarse.
Who in the ever-loving heck could be calling me at this hour?
The sound rang off, and I sighed.
That’s much better.
Smiling, I caught the end of the blanket and pulled it higher up my shoulders. The phone rang again.
“Ugh,” I grunted and swam across the sea of blankets and pillows to grab my phone from the night table.
Please don’t let Jay be in trouble.
It wouldn’t be the first time I’d bailed him out in the middle of the night. Eyes still tightly shut against the glare of the phone, I swiped the screen.
“Hel-lo,” I said hoarsely.
“I kissed a woman tonight,” came a slurred voice. I could barely make out the words.
“Griff?”
“Shh, I’m not finished. She had amazing tits.”
My eyes flew open, and my heart skipped a beat. What was he saying? Why would he call me to tell me this?
“I think I should hang up now.”
“Don’t you hang up on me, Scottie. It’s all your”—burp—“fault.”
“My fault?”
“Yes. Like I said, she had amazing tits, but they did nothing for me. When she kissed me, I wanted to throw up my beer, but I kept thinking that would be a waste of good beer, so I swallowed it down.”
I grimaced. Was he saying he’d swallowed his vomit? Gross.
“Griff, nothing you’re saying makes sense. You should go to sleep.”
“On the sidewalk?”
“What? Where are you?”
“Sitting on the sidewalk, waiting for you to pick me up.”
“Pick you up?”
“Yes, weren’t you paying attention, Scottie?” He huffed a breath. “You’re to come pick me up right now. I want to see you.”
“But it’s late—”
“I’ll ride my bike, then, so—”
