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“Good to know I’m still me,” I muttered, then said, “Speaking of, it’s nothing crazy like a business, but I need to buy a phone.” I gave him a wry smirk. “I was told mine couldn’t be found.”
Brandon didn’t respond.
Just stared at me. His face ashen and jaw working.
“What?” I asked hesitantly.
“Don’t look at the pictures,” he said under his breath. “Ever.”
“On my phone?” The question came out slow and uncertain because that was one of the main reasons I wanted a new one.
To see what was on it.
See if it could help me confirm any of the memories I’d supposedly created, or at least piece together what was true.
“Of your truck,” he said grimly. “Of the accident.” His head moved in wide, slow shakes. “Chase, it’s nothing short of a miracle that you’re standing here. Your phone was probably destroyed with everything else.”
I nodded on a delay. “Right.”
“But, yeah, I’ll take you to get a new one. When do you want to go?”
I cleared my throat and ignored the pain when I pushed from the spot at the counter I’d been leaning against. “Now.”
“Tell Scarlet,” he said when I stepped forward, freezing me in place.
“Seriously?”
He gave me a look like he was trying not to lose his patience with me. “After what happened, it will freak her out if you just disappear. Yeah, seriously. It’s also something you would’ve done before.”
I clenched my jaw so I wouldn’t respond and headed in the direction she’d gone. Thankful I didn’t have to try a bunch of doors to find the garage because there was only one off the small mudroom.
Opening the door, I started calling out that we were leaving but faltered when I found her in there. Moving quickly through the space that was decked out to look like a small gym, arms weighed down with battle ropes.
“What are you doing?” I asked instead.
She looked around, that insecurity surrounding her in a second when it hadn’t been there just before. “Setting up.”
“For what?”
“Training.”
I took in the space again before looking at where Brandon stood behind me. “Are we too good for McGowan’s or something?”
“Idiot,” he muttered, then jerked his chin to gesture behind me. “Ask her.”
“If she’s too good for McGowan’s?” I asked in a dull tone.
He inhaled slowly as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Jesus. No.”
I looked back to where Scarlet had returned to setting up and asked, “Training for what?”
“My clients,” she answered before meeting my stare for the briefest second. “I’m a personal trainer.”
“And you can’t do that in a gym?”
“I would hit you if you weren’t broken,” Brandon muttered behind me.
But I didn’t need his threat to know my tone and the question had been shitty. I’d known as soon as it left me.
