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“Since that evil shit, Derek and that story have turned my family into prisoners in my house.”
That turns her attention whip fast back to where it would go anyway. “They’re looking for him. Stand by.”
Her radio cracks with updates of deputies clearing locations and finding nothing.
“He followed me here.” I clear my mind, too. “I think he’s been following me for weeks. That means he knows my house. Where I go. Where Nicolas goes to school because I pick him up.” Fuck. It just occurred to me. “Who’s covering Nicolas?”
“Scarlett and your sister.” Cade watches through the cabin window, her eyes scanning. “They’re picking him up from school.”
“I want Scarlett in school with him.”
“They’ll never allow that,” Cade answers. “It’s disruptive for the kids. Nicolas, too.” She turns back my way. “Y’all may want to pull him out until we catch Derek.”
“Great,” I mutter, “another life I get to ruin.”
My pity party would sound way more legit if Cade knew how I just fucked up again.
Silas opens the cabin’s refrigerator. “Here.” He hands Cade and then me bottles of water. Seems this may take a while.
He sits on the edge of the berth cushion. I’m still on the sofa, and Cade turns her back to us while she surveils the marina from the cabin window, volleying replies on her radio.
It happens three times—the guilty exchanges between me and Silas.
We needed time.
Fate’s an asshole because we don’t get it.
Because the cabin is so small, Cade starts to smell it’s not right. She turns my way, and I swear the woman is a microscope. In ten seconds, she can count how many trimmed pubes I have and how many times I’ve jerked off this week thinking about her.
Eight times, not pubes.
And yes, there’s more to confess while she gets the final “all clear” notice on her radio.
“Copy,” she replies, turning to us. “Shit. He’s gone. But I promise we’ll catch him.”
She can’t hide the frustration in her voice while her eyes frisk my body. Lifting her nose, her stare bounces. From me. To Silas. From Silas. To me. My feet sweat at her glare, and the NSA needs to hire her because she’d crack any code. I’m about to crack at the look from her violet eyes alone.
“What’s going on?” she asks, and of course, her eyes land on me because fuck-ups are my thing.
I hear it.
How Silas clears his throat to answer, but the words fire from my mouth first because, if anything, I owe her honesty.
“I kissed Silas an hour ago. I kissed him, and I want to do more with him, and I love you, and I want you back because I’m fucking miserable without you, and I’m a selfish asshole like usual for it all.”
Her head jerks back.
“I’m sorry.” I stand up and confess, “It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have done it. I shouldn’t have fucked up your world again. Y’all got something good, and I’m the dumbass who made you leave, and I’ll regret it until the day I die, but I swear I’m so sorry, and I only want you to be happy.”
“Fuck.” Her hands fly up. “Fuck, turn off the fire hose and let me breathe.”
Shit, that just shot from my mouth, and I close my eyes.
I fucked up. Again.
“It’s not his fault.” Silas stands up beside me. The triangle we’re standing in is so damn ironic. I almost laugh, but this isn’t funny.
“I want you and I want him too,” he says. “And we all just need to talk about it.”
