“Exactly. That was before.”
“Before you found out who she was?”
All these lawyer questions.
“Yes.”
He leaned forward now. “So what happens when you see her again? ‘Cause you will.”
My grip tightened slightly around the cup.
“I’m not gonna put myself in that position. I’m leaving today, Marcus. For a very long time.”
“That’s not dealing with it,” he said.
I looked at him. “You got a better solution?”
Quiet.
“Exactly. Now shut the fuck up and stop asking me all these bullshit questions.”
He studied me for a long second, then spoke quieter. “One more. What if Dillon finds out?”
My expression didn’t change. “He won’t.”
Marcus gave a short laugh. “You’re putting a lot of faith in that.”
“I don’t need faith,” I sighed and closed my eyes, massaging my temples. “I need silence.”
“And her?” he pressed. “You trust her to keep quiet?”
That made me pause and Marcus caught it immediately.
“Exactly.”
“It’ll be fine.”
“Sounds like faith.”
I open my eyes and look at him. Then finally, he leaned back, shaking his head once.
“Just make sure Dillon never finds out.”
“Trust me,” I said, picking up my coffee again. “I got more than enough secrets to take to the grave when it comes to Dillon.”
Before Marcus can question that, the devil himself stormed in. He had sunglasses on and his shoulders were tense.
He didn’t even wait for us to stand and shake hands before he said, flat as concrete, “I’m over this bullshit.”
I sat back in my chair, wary. “What’s wrong?”
“My daughter.”
Marcus and I exchanged looks.
Something about the way he said it made the hairs rise on the back of my neck.
God, please. Not today.
