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I don’t know why, but I feel strangely better. I hadn’t thought much about Lucas since getting involved with Finn, but seeing my ex like this is cathartic. The asshole clearly got a taste of his own medicine.
But more than that, I’m not holding on to him. Seeing Lucas again doesn’t make me miss my old life, back before things completely fell apart. I don’t miss Mr. Dependable or my old job or my old apartment.
I just miss Finn even more than I thought I would.
“I can do that,” he says softly.
“You should go now,” I say, leaning against the railing. “And don’t come back, okay? Don’t look me up. Don’t contact Kathryn. Just stay away.”
He slowly stands. “Are you sure? Dar, I mean it, I can get you that money.”
“You never will.” I jerk my head toward the street. “Please, go. And Lucas? If I hear you’re anywhere near Boston ever again, I’ll make sure my husband buries you. Or I’ll do it myself. I haven’t decided yet.”
He blanches. “Right, okay. No Boston. I got it.”
“Now get out of here.”
He walks down the stairs, toward the driveway, and stops, looking back. “I’m glad you’re okay.”
“I’m nowhere near okay,” I murmur as he continues on, hands shoved in his pockets and his shoulders rounded, staring down at the ground.
I stay on the porch for another few seconds, thinking about Finn, wishing he was here more than anything in the world, when a black SUV comes rolling toward the house. I frown as it pulls over, forcing Lucas to scurry out of the way.
The engine dies, the door opens, and Genna steps out.
She surveys my childhood home, hands on her hips, eyebrows scrunched down, before she spots me. I stare back in shock as she raises a hand.
“Hey,” she says, waving. “This town is a real shithole, you know that?”
Chapter42
Dara
Genna groans as she sits on the same chair as Lucas. “Who was that homeless guy?” she asks, squinting toward his retreating form. “You get a lot of drifters around here?”
“That was my ex, Lucas.”
Her eyebrows shoot up. “The one you hate?”
“The very same. Apparently, the girl he left me for stole all his money and ran off.”
“Well, fancy that,” she says, grinning. “Did you rub it in his face?”
I hesitate then shake my head. “Not worth it. He came crawling back to apologize. Even offered me some money.”
“You’re a bigger gal than me. I would’ve torn his asshole into pieces.”
I grimace at the image and actually believe she means it literally. “Genna, what the hell are you doing here?”
She shrugs as I take the chair next to her. Excitement bubbles through my guts as I lean toward her. I’ve been craving contact from someone back in Boston, and Genna’s the only person closer to Finn than I am.
“He sent me,” she says, not elaborating on who she means byhebut we both know. “Things were getting a little heated back home so he thought I’d be safer here.” She rolls her eyes. “This place looks like I’m going to get stabbed by a meth head. No offense.”
“Sounds like him. How is he? Is everything okay? What’s happening?”
She clears her throat, looking away. “He’s okay. Everything’s… well, everything’s everything.”
“That is the least helpful thing I’ve ever heard in my life.”
