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Trey
“You’re not staying here. I don’t even know why you bothered,” Lexi said as we walked up the driveway.
Wes had a large ranch, about an hour outside of Edmonton, Alberta.
Seeing that we were in the cold tundra—especially compared to Vegas—I was not prepared at all for March in Canada.
“Hurry up and open the door,” my teeth chattered, “Fuck, it’s fucking cold. Why the hell do people live up here?”
Lexi glared at me. “We like it because it keeps the bad people out,” she said with a snarl.
Yikes.
Canadians were touchy about their weather.
The flight up here had been almost as icy as the drive from Edmonton.
Lexi hardly said a word to me.
Except to tell me to shut up.
Or to go home.
Or to shut up and go home.
That was the gist of our conversations.
“Well, open the door, because this bad person’s fingers are about to fall off.”
She squinted her eyes at me. “It’s only like minus twenty.”
Christ.
I hope she was talking in Celsius. Even so, that was still fuckin’ colder than anything in the world should be.
We arrived at huge, double wooden doors. I could hear a faint thumping sound of a bass coming from inside the sprawling house. Lexi punched a code into the keypad to the side of the doors, and the locks unlatched.
As soon as she opened the door—a flood of heavy metal music hit us.
As did the distinct scent of cigarette smoke combined with weed.
“Whoa, is your dad having a party?” I didn’t notice any vehicles out front. But this estate was huge. There might be people parked in one of the garages or around back.
“Trey,” Lexi said as she shut the door, “I’m asking you one more time to leave. You aren’t wanted here. I don’t know why you followed me, and I want you to go.”
I focused on her face and told her the truth. “I’m here because you’re my wife and I love you. I’m also here to find out why the fuck you and my mom are acting so secretive and cagey.”
“Whatever,” was her only response.
She slipped out of her shoes, then headed into the front room and down the hall.
“Where should I put these backpacks?” I asked, holding up the backpacks to absolutely no one.
“Do you really want me to answer that?” she called back.
“Uh, not really.” I sighed and dumped our backpacks by the door.
