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“Maybe.”

“Maybe?” Blade asked. “What kind of answer is that?”

“An honest one,” Truck said with a chuckle. “I don’t remember anything specific, it’s more like feelings, as if I’ve been somewhere before or done something before.”

“Like?” Ghost asked.

“Like earlier today when I entered this waiting room, it felt as if I’d done it before.”

“You have,” Coach confirmed. “When Kassie had her baby.”

“Right. That’s what Mary said,” Truck agreed. “But it’s more too. Scents are big for me. I can smell something and get an immediate sense of déjà vu. I might hear something and get the same feeling. It’s…odd.”

“It’s good,” Ghost said.

“Yeah, I think so too. Which is why I’m not too concerned about my headaches. They’re really just a nuisance.”

“So why did Mary make such a big deal out of them then?” Blade asked.

“Because she’s worried about me,” Truck said without hesitation. “I honestly don’t think she meant to get me in trouble with you guys, but she missed an appointment of some kind and the nurse was asking her about it. When I asked what the appointment was for, she clammed up, which isn’t like her. She usually has no problem answering my questions, especially when it’s something she knows I’ve forgotten.”

He waited for someone to tell him what he wanted to know—but suddenly everyone was extremely interested in their watch. Or the floor. Or the walls.

Damn it all to hell. He was done with this shit.

“I’m out of here,” Truck told his friends.

“Truck, wait,” Ghost implored.

“I’m sick to death of being kept in the dark about things from my own fucking life. I thought we’d gotten past that shit?”

“It’s not our place to tell you,” Coach said. “It’s Mary’s.”

“It was your place to tell me about your women,” Truck fired back. “But you didn’t do that either. Mary did. Someone tell me. Right fucking now.”

He gave his friends ten uncomfortable seconds, and when no one said anything, Truck shook his head and headed for the door.

He was pissed. Beyond pissed.

A woman was about to enter the room when he stormed out the door, and she squeaked in alarm when she saw him. But Truck didn’t care. He usually did his best to not seem intimidating when he was out in public, but he was beyond caring about that at the moment.

He was sick of all the secrets.

Sick of not knowing what the hell was going on around him.

But more than that, he was worried.

About Mary.

He couldn’t stop thinking about her on his way home.

He thought about her as he went up to his apartment.

He thought about her as he made something to eat for dinner.

He thought about her as he sat on his couch and watched the news.

He thought about her as he brushed his teeth.