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“I’m taking that,” she said quietly.
“I don’t think so, baby sister. You gave that to me.”And it’s all I have left of you.“Unless you’re wanting to take a walk down memory lane.”
“No.” She fidgeted with the long gold chain around her neck.
Good.
I hoped she was as uncomfortable as I was.
This ride was your idea, jackass.
And it was the worst one I’d had in a long time.
“I can’t believe that dog likes you,” she muttered.
“There was a time when you did too.”
She edged closer to the door at the reminder. Like if she could get farther away from me, I’d disappear.
“I suppose I owe you a debt of gratitude,” she said bitterly. “Because of you I learned not to trust so easily. I’ve never made that mistake again.”
How could words be a stab to the chest and a relief at the same time? I probably was just hearing what I wanted to, but I took them to mean she hadn’t had a relationship with anyone after me.
I was supposed to have wanted her to move on, to be happy. My grip was so tight on the steering wheel that pain shot through my knuckles. I didn’t want her with anyone else.
But she wasn’t mine to have anymore.
I checked the rearview.Is that the car that had been parked near Teague’s?It was hard to tell with the headlights shining in my eyes.
I put on a signal and changed lanes. The car was a respectable distance back, but after a few seconds, made the same move. I drove a few more blocks and switched lanes again.
The car followed.
“What are you doing?” Beau asked. “You missed the turn.”
“I thought you were going to give me directions.” I checked the mirror every few seconds.
“And I thought you knew how to get to Park Avenue.”
“We’re taking a detour.” Abruptly, I spun the wheel to take the next street.
She grasped for the door, trying to find something to hold on to. “Are you trying to wreck?”
“Nope.”
The car made the turn behind us. I sped up and took another street.
“I should’ve had Teague take me home. At least I’d make it in one piece.” She was halfway over the console as I took another turn.
A whiff of her scent overpowered the fresh air flowing through the open window.Damn it. Why does that get me every time?
I needed to concentrate. Because the car hung right with us, keeping enough distance to make me question if I was crazy.
The tires squealed as I wheeled onto another street.
“Cal. What are you doing?”
My jaw worked. “Don’t call me Cal.”
