Page 57 of Runaway Road (Runaway 1)

Why couldn’t she just let me move on? I didn’t wish her to live a lonely life. She didn’t date but I wouldn’t stand in the way if she wanted to. I swiped up the handset of the phone on the desk and punched in her number.

She answered on the first ring. “Hey.”

“Why’d you do it?”

“Hello to you too.”

“She’s leaving, Moira. She’s not a threat. But this whole if I can’t have you, no one can attitude is getting old. Leave her alone. Leave her car alone.”

Silence. One moment later, I got the dial tone.

It wasn’t the first time Moira had hung up on me and it wouldn’t be the last. I set the handset in the cradle and sighed.

Londyn’s voice drifted into the office from the shop, and though I knew I shouldn’t listen in, I did anyway.

“I’m sorry, Thomas.”

That caught my attention. Why was she apologizing? For calling? I sat motionless, my ears searching for more.

“Goodbye.” Londyn let out a groan, then her footsteps shuffled toward the office.

“Not him?” I asked as she leaned against the doorframe.

“Nope. He’s in Boston with Secretary . . . his girlfriend. Or mistress. Whatever she is. Her name is Raylene.”

“He cheated on you?”

She nodded. “With the woman who sat across from my desk. Raylene was his other assistant.”

That hadn’t come up in all our conversations. If I hadn’t asked her earlier this week about being a rebound, I might have doubted her motivation for being with me had I known Thomas was a cheat. But I believed Londyn. Nothing about this felt shallow or distant. She was in this, all in this, just like me.

“Damn.” Now I was really curious why she’d apologized to the asshole.

“She’s pregnant.”

“What?” My jaw fell open. So this guy had cheated on her and gotten her coworker pregnant? I should have hit him when I’d had the chance. “Wow.”

“Pretty much.” She closed her eyes. “Well, she was pregnant. She had a miscarriage. When I called, he was at the hospital with her.”

“Shit.” I leaned my elbows on my knees. “That’s awful.”

“I feel horrible. I don’t like either of them, but I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.” She came into the office and sank into the guest chair. “I guess we know that Thomas didn’t have anything to do with my tires. I doubt he would have lied to me, not today.”

“I get why you called to ask, but Londyn, it’s Moira. I called her when I got in here and she didn’t even deny it.”

“Maybe dinner with Wyatt isn’t a good idea.” She gave me a sad smile. “You eat with him tonight. Spend time with your son. Come over to the motel if you want later. And by Monday, Moira will have nothing to be worried about.”

Yeah, she was leaving, but she wasn’t gone yet.

“She doesn’t get to win.” I stood and waved her out of the office. I hadn’t ordered her tires, but I’d call them in later. We were going to eat pizza with my son and hang out at my house. Her motel room was just another reminder that she was leaving, and I’d be damned if I spent another night there when I had a perfectly good bed at my own place. “Come on.”

“Where are we going?” she asked as I turned off the light behind her. “Brooks, we don’t need to make this a thing with your ex. She’s crazy. You’re pissed. I’m pissed. But they’re only tires.”

“Tires are expensive. What she did isn’t okay.” I took Londyn’s hand, trapping it in my grip as we walked through the shop to the back door.

She tugged on my arm, slowing my pace. “Normally, I’d say go after her. But not today. I’m leaving Monday and I don’t want this to be a thing. She gets away with it this time.”

I frowned. “I’m calling the cops.”