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She nodded, waited.
“If he propositioned you, asked you for a fun time, would you have had a one-night stand with him?”
“Hell, yes.” She didn’t even take time to think. “Just look at him.”
“And I’d do him right after,” Mallory added. “I’m sure he has the stamina to handle both of us.”
“Exactly. So why me?” I held up my hand. “I’m not putting myself down, but I’ve got some baggage. Serious baggage. Any guy would go for easy. But he didn’t.”
Neither said anything because they were considering.
“I’m going there. To Mav. I’m going to confront him. Hear him out.”
“What if you’re wrong?” Lindy asked, her voice soft.
I shrugged once more. “Then I’ll be wrong and feel like shit, but at least I will have stood up for myself like you two wanted. I’ll be able to look him in the eye and tell him he’s a piece of shit and he hasn’t broken me.”
Lindy smiled and Mal pumped her fist.
“But he’s not a piece of shit,” I added. “I think he needs me to believe in him just as he believed in me.”
Lindy cocked her head to the side, then raised a daring red dress. “Fine. Go. Look him in the eye. But you’re going to look amazing when you do it.”
42
MAVERICK
* * *
I couldn’t take it any longer, knowing I’d hurt Bridget. That my baby thought another man let her down. That I had. If she wasn’t going to answer my calls or emails, I’d go to her. Tell her the truth in person.
I felt like complete dog shit, and I’d seen a bunch of it lately. What kind of man was I hurting his girl like I was. Yes, I could wait until the news and the truth spread, but I wanted her to know from the start. I’d tried. And tried. But not hard enough.
She might hate me, but I had to make it right. I had to try.
I called Bradley. “Did you get that investigator on the professor at MIT? You got his name, right?”
“Yes. You said Bridget’s friend mentioned the name Diego. He’s on the faculty list. Math department. The investigator is digging in and will get back to me when he’s got something.”
Since Bridget wasn’t going to get retribution for what happened to her at college, I was. There was no way I was going to sit back and let that fucker get away with what he did to my girl. I had the means and the motivation–Bridget’s smile and confidence back–to make it happen.
No matter what happened between us, if she never wanted to see me again, I’d see this problem taken care of.
“Good. I need the plane. I’m going back to Hunter Valley.”
“I’m sorry, but the plane’s not available.”
I wanted to throw my phone at the wall. Why was everything so fucking difficult? “What do you mean it’s not available? It’s my plane!”
“Your brother is using it.”
“Brother.” That didn’t narrow it down.
“Dex.”
He made over ten million a year playing hockey. He could get his own fucking plane.
“I can’t get to Montana? I need to get there.”
