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“Van really your brother?”
“Yes, God, I’ve already said that.”
“And Fischl is your mom?”
“How do you know her name?”
I don’t even have to look at Sadie to know she’s got an angry expression on her face. I can hear the suspicion in her voice.
“My da—Uncle Coop has talked about her before.”
“In what way?”
I drop my eyes to her face that’s now showing curiosity instead of animosity. “I’ll tell you in the truck.”
Taking a risk, I push open the glass door and start for my truck. She’s either going to follow me or I’m going to be shit out of luck because school doors only open from the inside out during the day.
I feel her at my back, and a grin breaks across my face. I gambled and things are going right for me for once. I slide my backpack off and fling it into the back seat. “In you go, Sadie,” I hold the door open for her.
She hesitates but climbs in. I pretend not to notice a flash of extra skin as the skirt rides up her thighs. In the future, she’s going to have to wear pants to school or I’m going to have to wear five pairs of compression shorts to hide a constant woody. Lusting after my cousin is sick and wrong. I know this, but my body has a mind of its own. I keep telling myself there has to be an explanation. Maybe Fischl used a surrogate. Although surrogates carry the eggs of the bio mom. Maybe Sadie is adopted. She and Van look nothing alike.
“You adopted?”
“No.” She sounds offended.
I slam the door shut. “Fuck.”
CHAPTER6
SADIE
When Dunc getsinto the truck, his mood has once again shifted. They say girls are hormonal, but he would give us a run for our money. He takes off out of the school parking lot. A few students lingering around openly stare at us.
“So?” I ask when he doesn’t say a word. He said if I got in the truck with him that he would spill the beans on whatever info he has. And I expect him to live up to it. It’s why I got in his truck to begin with. Maybe. I mean, that was a big part of it but not the entire reason. “If you’re not gonna talk then pull over 'cause I’m getting out.”
“Give me a sec. Trying to work all this out in my own damn head.” I glance over toward him again. I can’t read the expression on his face.
Crap. This is probably a lot for him. There is a reason he lives with Cooper. He slipped up a few times when referring to him. Calling him Dad most of the time but also uncle here and there. We might have more in common than either of us know.
“Cooper is your uncle?” I try to give him a little nudge to get the conversation going.
“Yeah,” he responds. His brow furrows together.
I’m glad he’s driving because he has to keep his eyes on the road. This allows me to watch his face without him doing the same to me. I tend to lose my train of thought when his attention is focused directly on me.
“But you call him Dad?” He only nods a response this time. “Can I, ah—” I lick my lips, knowing from personal experience how uncomfortable this conversation can be. “Where are your parents?”
“Dead.” He says it without a speck of emotion.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I don’t remember them, so—” He shrugs it off easily. I don’t know if I should buy it. If anyone knows how to play along and pretend everything is okay when it’s not, it’s me. I’m finding that Dunc and I really are a lot alike.
“My mother left me,” I tell him. The words were out of my mouth before I could really think about them. It’s not information that I usually share so freely. But I’m finding that Dunc makes me do and feel a lot of things I don’t normally do.
His admission caused this overwhelming need in me to comfort him. Van says it’s one of my best and worst qualities. That I give it to people that don’t deserve it.
“What?” He whips his head around to give me a long stare before he has to go back to watching the road. “I thought that Fischl was your mom.”
