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Chapter Fifteen
Dylan
After Cade left on Sunday, the house felt empty.
Sitting on the patio didn’t fill me with the same comfort.
I attempted to watch a movie in the theater on Monday afternoon, but I couldn’t take my focus off remembering him in there.
Monday night was quiet, and I debated calling him.
Texting him, even.
Tuesday, I still hadn’t heard from the man, and I thought maybe he’d decided it was all too much.
That freaking devil on my shoulder started his whispering again.
He got what he came for.
You told him everything.
It’s only a matter of time before your story is blasted on every cover.
So, when Charleigh came tearing down the driveway on Wednesday afternoon, I was afraid of what she had to say.
Whatever it was, she couldn’t tell me during our phone call.
She had to be here in person to break the news.
I meet her outside, and she immediately brings me into her arms. “Oh my God, are you okay?”
Confused, I nod against her shoulder. “Yeah?”
She leans back, her hands on my shoulders as she looks down at me. Charleigh was blessed with height, at least in comparison to my five-two stature. The frown on her face has me concerned.
“You haven’t seen the news?” she asks.
I shake my head. “No?”
“Oh my God. C’mon.” She grabs my hand and pulls me back into the house, where she brings me to the living room. Immediately, she has me sitting and is pulling her phone out. “I can’t believe you didn’t see…” Charleigh mutters.
“Well, considering I’m not a fan of false reporting,” I answer, likely snarkier than is called for, but Charleigh is making me anxious. Whatever she saw, whatever she needs me to see, was big enough for her to need to come here.
To be my person.
I know who I want to be my person, and he hasn’t exactly reached out…
I shut off thoughts of Cade, because they just confuse me. Hell, for all I know, the reason why Charleigh is here is because of him.
My phone rings from my back pocket, and I pull it out to see Cade’s name; it’s as if he could sense me trying to forget him.
The first call from him since he left Sunday afternoon.
I debate letting it go to voicemail but decide that would be rude of me. Besides, I could have called him, but I didn’t. I’d tried telling myself it was because he was the one with the grueling schedule, and for the most part, I let myself believe that was the reason I was letting him go silent.
It had nothing to do with the fact I was still slightly nervous about the things he made me feel.
The easy way I opened up to him.
