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“I’m not, okay?”
“Is he the reason you want to come to Atlanta with me?”
“No.” Since that’s not the whole truth, I tell her, “I know he’ll worry a little less about you when I tell him I’m with you, but I just…I need to get out of this place for a while.”
“I know what you mean,” she mutters, reaching up to swipe the dampness off her cheeks. “Did you know he wasn’t my biological father?”
“What? Who?” I ask in confusion.
“Isaac!”
What the fuck? “Hold on. Isaac isn’t your biological father?”
“Nope. The kidnapper…the guy who shot you was.”
The man who shot me, who was trying to kidnap Lyla, was…her biological father.
“Holy shit,”I whisper softly. No wonder she’s so upset. “And Barrett knew all this and didn’t tell you.”
“Yes, he did,” she says, which is the last time we talk about the man.
That son of a bitch!
How could he do that to her?
Did he ever really care about her?
Since the asshole calls her phone eighteen times before we stop for gas, I’m thinking he either cared, or he feels really fucking guilty.
Either way, Lyla clearly needs some space. Knowing her, she’ll cave and answer his call to yell at him, he’ll apologize, and then they’ll yell more.
To save her more heartbreak, I grab her phone from the charger while she’s using the restroom at a gas station. I try 1-2-3-4 for her phone’s password, and then I’m in, blocking the bastard’s phone number so he can’t bother her again until she’s ready to forgive him.
At the same time, my phone rings, and it’s RJ. My heart gallops faster with each ring until it finally goes to voicemail.
He probably won’t leave one, though. He’ll just hang up and call back again, right?
It feels like it takes forever before I get the new voicemail notification and hit Play.
“What the fuck, Thane? I can’t believe you just left like that, like…like a fucking pussy! So, you know what? I’m glad you’re gone. You saved me a whole shit ton of trouble, so thanks, asshole.”
Wow.
That wasn’t the message I was hoping to get. I thought RJ would say he missed me or some shit.
God, I’m an idiot.
Guess it’s time for me to do the same thing on my phone for RJ’s number that I did to Barrett’s, even though I’m guessing based on his angry rant that he won’t ever call me again.
CHAPTERFORTY
RJ
It’s been days since Thane left, and I’m still so fucking angry at him I could breathe fire out of my nose.
I could go to the shop and try to keep myself busy, but no. I’m at home, wallowing around in bed, trying to get a text message to go through to apologize for the voicemail I left him.
Everything was so fresh and raw when he ran off with Lyla. I didn’t want him to go, and it was so out of the blue, making me sure it was my fault. I fucked up, and I wanted to hurt him back at that moment in time.
