“I don’t know.” He pauses. “I can’t talk to anyone at the club about it.”
Even though I know he won’t see it, I nod my head. “I’m guessing that’s why you showed up at my house?”
“Yeah,” he nods. “Plus, probably something to do with us as kids.”
“What?”
“I dunno, granted we hate each other now.”
Some reason that stings more than it should.
“But you know who I am, like underneath this bullshit I try to parade around.”
“That makes sense… then talk it out.”
“It just doesn’t really make sense. Why would I be this upset about a baby that wasn’t mine?”
“Really?” I laugh, glance over and met with a questioning look. “If it weren’t for your parents, I’d be dead.” Pausing for a second as I come to a stop at the light. “They gave me a place to hide out from my place; shit, they protected me when I needed it.”
“Yeah imagine how proud they’d be of you now.”
“And there it is.” I murmur to myself.
“What?”
“The asshole coming back out. I was waiting for it, really.” I snip out. I debate telling him right now, just coming clean about everything, but I can’t do that yet.
And I know he won’t believe me.
“I have a feeling they’d be just fine with it.” I mutter to myself under my breath
“It makes zero sense.”
It sounds like he’s wanting an answer, as if why I became a cop has been gnawing away at him for years.
“Believe me, if I told you why, it probably still wouldn’t make sense.”
I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been confused about it myself.
We both stare forward, looking out the windshield as we come to a stop in front of the garage.
“God, it’s been years since I’ve been here.” I mumble to him.
Memories flood back as we were in high school, working here. Sure, most of the time the shit we were doing we weren’t supposed to be, but it’s not like we cared. Looking down at my hands, the scar across my middle finger from the time Z and I both cut them off while not paying attention to what we were doing… and possibly fucking off.
“Dad was pissed over that.” Z laughs out loud as he shakes his head, looking down at his own hand.
“I remember Caroline almost didn’t let us go back.” We both laugh talking about his parents.
“I ran into your mom the other day.”
His words make my body go rigid. “Oh, yeah, how’s she doing?”
He lets out a gruff before saying. “You talk to her lately?”
“Nope.”
“Good.” He pauses. “What about Becca?”
