Page 110 of Saints & Sailors

Dreux let me go, taking off for his front porch. He looked over at me, sending me a killer smile that made me weak. “Hey, Saylor?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for the birthday present.”

“Fuck you!” I covered my smile and turned away, anything not to give away the effect he had on me.

One look over and that was all it took to change my mood. Scott’s truck was in the driveway, and beside it was another car I didn’t recognize. A white Volkswagen Jetta. A peek inside the windows saw no personal belongings to give off who the car belonged to.

Either way, Scott was home and there was no beating around the fact that I was caught.

I dug my house keys from my bag and crossed over to our house. I slipped inside and waited in the foyer, taking in the atmosphere. It was quiet. Not a hint of activity in the living room nearby, or a faint whisper from the back of the house. A quick walkthrough found the first floor empty.

My eyes drifted toward the ceiling as my brows furrowed. Was it a repair man over inspecting something Scott needed fixed?

That didn’t sound right. Scott was a do-it-himself type of man.

Slowly, I advanced for the steps, taking them one at a time and keeping quiet as I listened to any signs of life.

I’d just made it to the landing when I heard it: giggling. A woman’s giggle.

Scott was with a woman.

I should’ve retreated then and there. Given him his privacy. But I stood there confused. Scott had insisted he was single and not in the mindset to date, and yet there was definitely a woman down the hall in his bedroom with him.

Maybe it’s his sister. I did have an aunt he’d mentioned before.

Intuition, though, told me it was not my aunt.

Going back to Dreux’s seemed like the safe⁠—

“Stop!” Another round of giggling ensued and I froze in place.

That voice.

It sounded like…

It couldn’t be…

Without thinking I took off down the hall and didn’t hesitate as I made it to Scott’s open doorway. One look in the room and I regretted my decision instantly.

There, tangled in Scott’s gray sheets, was Scott, and…my mother.

She noticed me first, her blue eyes enlarging as she clutched the sheets to her chest. Her blonde hair was disarrayed, evidence from their tryst. She was flushed and glowing, and Scott was right beside her, staring at her, lost in her. It took him a minute longer to notice me before he was sitting up and paling.

No. Fucking. Way.

Down in the living room I paced back and forth. I was at a loss for words. This couldn’t be real.

The two culprits sat before me side by side on the sofa. Guilty as sin.

Really, I was thankful I didn’t see anything too traumatizing. Just knowing they’d hooked up and seeing them together in bed was enough to make me want to pour bleach in my eyes and be lobotomized.

“This is so fucked.” It was the first thing I’d said in the ten minutes since I’d walked in on them.

“Saylor!” They even managed to scold me in sync.

I stopped pacing and stared at the two of them. “So fucked.”