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“You have somewhere to go tonight?” Lucas questioned her.
“Yeah, my mom lives just outside the city. She’s probably freaking out.” Misty lifted her phone, flashing us the five missed calls from her mom.
I leaned into Lucas. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow, ’kay?”
“First thing.” She did a quirky double-handed gun move as she said it before turning toward the parking lot, and I chuckled.
“Your roommate’s…interesting.”
“Don’t make fun of her. She’s good people.”
Lucas ran his thumb along my jaw, directing it to him. “She stayed with you even when you wouldn’t get up. I don’t care how…intense she is. She’s good.”
I sighed. “I owe her so many answers.”
His laugh reverberated through me. “Oh, I’m positive she’s going to demand them. Let’s get the hell out of here.”
His light blue Dodge Charger was parked illegally against the curb closest to us. He let go of me and opened the door before jogging around to the other side.
I clipped my seat belt and rested my head against the seat. “Drop me off at Shana’s. I can crash on her couch.”
“Not happening. You’ll stay at our place.” He put the car in drive, pulled out, and looked straight ahead. It was like a switch flipped and he remembered who he was talking to. His voice hardened, and my chest grew tight. He built a wall between us with each breath he took, and another layer of brick and mortar was laid between us.
I twisted my hands in my lap and leaned my head against the window, exhaustion settling in my bones. “No, really, it’s fine. She’s not far.”
“It’s funny you think this is up for discussion, Killer.” He turned the corner toward his place. I wasn’t ready to go back to Lucas wanting nothing to do with me, and it split my chest when his eyes turned cold.
“I already texted her. It’s all set.” I raised my phone and rolled my lips between my teeth.
His knuckles whitened on the steering wheel. “The fuck do you think is happening here? Do you really think I’d let Marcus’s little sister stay on her own after that?”
I stiffened as pain lanced through my chest at the mention of Marcus, underlined by the sheer frustration of being reduced to his little sister again. All the warmth of the last thirty minutes was replaced with ice.
Confusion about his sudden change swirled my thoughts, and I choked out a laugh, using sarcasm as a defense. “Really? I’m just Marcus’s little sister now? That’s not what you were saying a year ago.”
He met my gaze at the next stoplight, and I sucked in a breath at all the pain and disappointment I saw in them. His jaw was clamped shut as he searched my face for several moments like he didn’t want to say what was coming next. Silently, I begged him not to, already knowing it was going to hurt.
“Piper.” His voice was a hoarse whisper.
“What?”
“That night never should’ve happened.”
“It sure felt like you enjoyed it,” I said through gritted teeth as I seethed.
His stare bored into mine, and he waited until he had all my attention. “I never said I didn’t, but you were the wrong girl, and I fucking knew better. I’m sorry I hurt you. I really am.”
Somehow, his apology hurt more than his rejection. I turned my face and looked out the window, not willing to let him see the tears flood my eyes. That was the difference between us. There was nothing I regretted about that night with him. I wanted to be with him every night from that point on. I lost Marcus, but I lost him too, and it nearly killed me. “I don’t accept your apology, Lucas. Some things are too big to be forgiven.”
He sucked air through his teeth. “Good.”
The car behind us laid on their horn. The light had turned green while he was crushing my heart. Lucas drove, ignoring the guy flipping him off as he passed us, and turned on the radio louder than necessary. He’d made his point clear. The conversation was over.
Good.How could such a simple word hurt so bad? I ignored the pain in my chest that screamed how much I wished he’d said something different. That he had some completely rational reason for disappearing after that night. I sniffed back my tears. It sucked being his regret when he’d been everything I wanted.
We pulled up to their place, where Jax was already frowning in the open back doorway. When did Lucas have time to text him? I got out of the car and walked in front of Lucas to enter the house first.
I raised my hands. “Before you get started, I’m fine.”
