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Caden shoved his phone in his back pocket and made his way to the kitchen. He needed to clear his head and get away. Nothing a ride couldn’t cure. He grabbed his keys from the hook and headed to the living room when he saw Trevor dash in through the back door.
Trevor rushed through the living room and started for the steps.
“Going for a ride.”
“Bye.” It was a clipped answer, and Caden stopped, watching his son dart up the steps in a hurry. His footsteps stomped around the second floor, and before he could ask him what he was doing, Trevor was running back down the stairs with a brown bottle of peroxide and a handful of cotton balls.
Caden stepped in front of him, eyeing the supplies. “What’s going on?”
Trevor was out of breath. “Taking this to Rissa.”
It was not the answer he expected. “Why?”
Caden’s chest tightened. Was she hurt? What the fuck? He had left her not too long ago, and she had been fine. Or was she?
Trevor took a deep breath. “I was walking through the lot, and I saw her. Her knees were ripped and gashed.” He stepped forward. “Just gonna bring this over to her.”
He’d left her only minutes earlier. What the hell had happened?
Caden shot out his hand, resting it on Trevor’s chest. “Hold up, where did she fall?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. She was coming from the office when I saw her.”
Out of the trailer. Son of a bitch. Of course, she’d have trouble getting out. There were no steps, and it was raised off the ground five feet.
“Fuck,” Caden snapped and held out his hand. “Give it to me. I’ll go check on her.”
Trevor straightened his back and tugged the supplies against his chest. “I’ll do it. I don’t mind.”
Caden watched his son closely. A pair of braless tits through a tiny shirt and this boy was half in love. Or maybe he was reading it all wrong. Marissa had been sweet with Trevor, whereas, not many women in his life had been. He might have seen Marissa as someone he needed to protect and care for. His chest expanded with pride. Maybe he was doing something right with this kid.
Either way, he was going to her, not him.
“No, I’ll go.”
“But, Dad.” His protest came out as whine he hadn’t heard in years. It would have been comical if Caden hadn’t been so damn wound up. She wouldn’t have fallen if he stayed and helped her out.
“Trev, give me the fucking stuff.”
It had been awhile, maybe years since he’d seen his son throw a fit or pout, but the look on his face said it was coming. “Start dinner.” He made his way to the door.
“You gonna invite her over?”
Caden glanced over his shoulder. “Didn’t you give her enough food the other night?”
He shrugged.
Caden took a deep breath. “Make enough for four of us.” He walked through the door and let the screen door slam shut. It was completely dark as he passed through the gates. As he neared the rental units, most of the front windows were lit up.
The only window in the dark was Marissa’s. His boots came down hard on the porch, and he knocked on the door. The window remained drowned in darkness.
He had never been the romantic or sweet type with a woman. Hell, he wouldn’t even know where to start with that shit. Most of his relationships were exclusively fucking. But he usually wasn’t such a dick afterward. Had Drake not interrupted, he wasn’t sure how the night would have ended. But he was sure she wouldn’t have gotten hurt.
He knocked again and waited. He gripped the bottle and fuzzy cotton balls in one hand. Where the fuck was she? Maybe she’d gone to Lucy’s? He turned to go next door when the door opened slowly. He turned his body to see Marissa standing in the doorway. Her hair was toppled on her head in a messy ball. She held her towel wrapped around her body. It was all she was wearing. Her skin glistened from the moisture. Thank fuck he hadn’t let Trevor come over.
“Hi.” This time her voice had a small hitch, almost shy. Her hand fisted the towel as if it were a lifeline.
“You all right? Trev said you fell.”
