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“What?” Neil calls out and walks back my way.
“My truck.” I continue to scan the lot, but I already know. It’s not here. “Where in the fucking hell is my truck?”
“Did you park in your usual spot?”
“Yes.” I take a step back and look over to where her Audi is parked. She didn’t.
“Did you maybe park in someone else’s spot by mistake? The office has been bad about having vehicles towed when they’re not in their assigned, paid-in-full spots.” Neil tries some more logical reasoning.
I’m aware they will remove a student’s vehicle and get testy if they park in a spot that’s not theirs during the school year. But there’s nothing logical about what happened to my truck. Because there’s no logic regarding Morgan King.
Heading back to the field, I hear Neil ramble about how we should go talk to the office staff but there’s only one person that will have answers. She’s not on the field and her car is still here, so, I head into the girls’ locker room and find her rummaging through her bag.
“Hey, Cade.” She continues digging in her bag.
I stand across the room because I don’t want to be near her. I don’t know what I’m capable of, but I know what she’s capable of. “Where the fuck is it?”
She slings the strap of her bag over her shoulder and innocently asks, “Where’s what?”
“Cade!” Neil calls from outside the locker room.
“I know you did it, so just tell me where my truck is.”
“Oh, you lost your truck. When’s the last time you saw it?”
I want to strangle her. I really do. But I know I won’t, even when she deserves it. “This morning, right before I fucked you.”
A few gasps sound around the room but are they really surprised? This bitch runs a twenty-four-hour circus, and I happen to be the clown of choice she’s decided to play today.
“Well, obviously I was too tied up today reminiscing about that fucking. But I can give you a ride.” She walks past me, her shoulder hitting mine.
My truck is a piece of shit. But it’s mine. And I need it. Unlike this pampered ringmaster, I have a damn job to get to.
Turning, I exit the locker room, shoving the door open so hard it slams into the wall with a loud rap. Neil’s eyes widen as he rattles off a million questions behind me as I march to the parking lot and spot Morgan propped against her car.
Neil tries to calm me down. “Come on, Cade. I can drive you wherever you need to go until you find your truck.”
Will I find it? As I head towards Morgan, her amusement grows. I stop a few feet away from her. “Want that ride after all?”
I want to close the distance between us, get in her face and call her every name that’s running through my mind. But what’s the point? It will only make her happier. That’s what she wants. A reaction. My misery. “No, I don’t want a fucking thing from you.”
Even as I walk away, I feel her words deep in my bones as she says, “We’ll see about that.”
God, is there anything she won’t do? I mean I’m not surprised, but I figured she’d at least simmer down enough to stop making me completely miserable. But clearly, she’s just getting started.
23
MORGAN
“Morgan, you have company,” Mom calls from downstairs. Looking to the screen on my phone, I see it’s 10 p.m., then drop it on the bed. The show I was watching had barely been holding my interest. Hopefully, the company at the door will be more entertaining.
As I make my way downstairs, I see Mom standing in the foyer, inviting our guest of honor inside. Cade. Yep. This should be entertaining.
He declines Mom’s offer and says he’ll remain on the porch because it shouldn’t take long. Mom looks a little concerned, but she steps away as I stand in the doorway. I see Neil next to his car in the driveway. And he looks hella nervous.
“I need you to tell me where my truck is.” His voice is flat, calm even. But I see rigidness under the surface.
“I thought you didn’t need anything from me.”
