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“I’m glad you’re heading back.”
I looked up, frowning at my mom who was standing in the doorway watching me pack.
“What do you mean?” I asked in confusion as I turned back to my suitcase, trying to meticulously arrange everything so it fits perfectly, knowing I was heading back to college with more stuff than I’d come home with.
I’d slowly been moving all my stuff over there, even though I didn’t have a lot of room in mine and Dakota’s dorm room, but knowing at the end of the year, we were going to look at getting an apartment together close to campus.
“Thought for sure with the way Ham dropped you off this morning that the two of you had got back together,” she explained, walking in and taking a seat at the edge of my bed.
I smiled. “We did get back together.”
She didn’t respond for a couple of seconds. And I wished she’d chosen to just not talk at all.
“You haven’t talked about you catching your flight back to Arizona tomorrow, have you?”
It had been something I’d been trying to avoid for the past two days which we’d spent together.
What the hell were we going to do?
Neither of us had mentioned it.
For me, it was because I didn’t want our time together to turn to shit like it had been for months now. What I’d realized after everything that had happened between us was, we could get through anything. And although he was going to do things that drove me fucking nuts at times, and probably likewise, we could work through them.
My mom started to laugh. It was condescending and annoyed the hell out of me.
She opened her mouth to speak, but I held up my hand, not giving a shit about the way her eyes flashed with anger toward my disrespect. “Please don’t make some stupid comment about the worth of a biker, or how stupid he is, or how it would never work. I don’t want to fucking hear it.”
She gasped. “Meyah!”
“Yes, apparently college gave me a potty mouth,” I muttered, rolling my eyes. “I’m sorry, okay. Mom, listen, I love you, but I love him, too. And I love the club. And I love school. I’m being pulled in a million different directions right now, and it would be really nice to have you on my team.”
She sighed, reaching out and placing one of her hands over mine. “I am on your team. There are just mistakes I made, that I don’t want you to make because of how much I know they’ll hurt.”
I walked around the bed to stand in front of her. “Mom, I need to make my own mistakes. But trust me when I tell you that being with Hamlet is not one of them.”
I could see some kind of sadness in her eyes as she looked up at me. I wasn’t sure what it was. Whether it was because she’d been burned so many times before or whether she was just petrified of losing me.
My mom had always been this strong woman, at least, what I thought was strong at the time. I’d started to realize what I saw as strong was a woman who was broken, and just fighting to keep the little bits of her life she had left, and that made her happy, all together in one jar. Even if that meant not living her life to the fullest—or even living at all.
I wanted her to go out, experience life, be that person I saw in the photo. She looked so happy. So free. I couldn’t help but wonder what happened to her.
“Do you know who Denver’s dad is?” The second the question came out of my mouth, she was on her feet and heading for the door. “Mom.”
“No, Meyah,” she threw back, barely turning her body to face me. I saw her hand shaking, though, and I took a couple of steps toward her before she held it up to stop me. “I don’t want to talk about this. It’s done.”
I’d hit a sore spot, and I instantly felt sad as she flew out of the room like there was some dark memory nipping at her ass.
I sat back on the bed, pulling my hair back from my face as I debated whether I should go after her and push the topic, knowing that was what broke her silence last time. I couldn’t, though. It wasn’t up to me to force her to tell that story. Especially when I could see it caused her so much pain.
Denver would ask the question when and if he ever decided he wanted to know. I just hope she learned from this experience and was honest about it with him.
Even if nothing came of mine and Huntsman’s relationship, there was still a lot of satisfaction in knowing who he was. That he was there, and what I did with that information was up to me, not anybody else.
The rumble of a motorcycle instantly sent a buzz through me, and I knew it was Ham even without looking out the window. I’d got to know the way each bike sounded a little different, and on top of that, how each rider rode.
Uncle Leo always slowed down well before our driveway, whereas Ham liked to floor it and pull up to the curb at speed. I smiled to myself as I got off the bed and jogged down the stairs.
Ham idled at the curb while I grabbed my coat from the living room. “Mom! I’ll be back in a couple of hours.” I pulled the front door open and jogged down the front steps, grinning the entire way. I took the helmet he held out to me and placed it on my head, using his shoulder to help as I placed my foot on the peg and threw my leg over the back of the bike, settling in behind him nice and snug.
