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Logan lets me go instantly, and Katie wraps me in a hug, comforting me as though I’m the one that’s injured.
I hear Greg curse and watch out of the corner of my eye as Joel shuts him up, pushing him through the gate.
When my full attention turns back to Katie, I squeeze her tightly in my arms, whispering “I’m sorry” into her hair as my heart thrashes in my chest.
Movement catches my eye, and I look up to see Lucy standing behind her, her arms folded over her chest and a frown locked in place.
“Come on, Katie. Inside.Now.”
“But, Mom.”
“But, nothing. Inside!”
Katie reluctantly lets go and follows Lucy toward the door as I watch them walk away. From my position on the ground, a feeling of regret takes over me as my girls move farther into the distance.What the fuck did I do?
Please turn around, Luce. Please turn around.
Lucy disappears out of view without so much as a backward glance, and as soon as she’s gone, Logan lifts me to my feet.
“Don’t worry, she’ll come around. Any guy would have done the same in your position.”
I stare at him blankly, confused by his meaning. “What’s my position?”
“Meeting the ex face-to-face, knowing he’s hurt Lucy in the past.”
Okay, so he didn’t hear the stepbrother part. Did anyone? And is no one knowing a good or bad thing?
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Lucy
Ipacethekitchenas Delilah takes Katie into the other room to play. I don’t even think Katie noticed a bloodied Greg being dragged away. At least I hope she didn’t. As far as I can tell she just saw Logan holding Wes and ran.
What the fuck was he thinking? Wes, I mean.If I’d had the strength to pull him off Greg myself, I’d have done the same as Logan. But Wes… We joked about him not hitting Greg. What changed?
Wes walks in at that moment with a dejected look on his face. My heart beats faster at the sight of him, but I can’t let that stop me from saying my piece.
“What the hell were you thinking?” I repeat my earlier thought.
He winces at the obvious pain in my voice and reaches out to touch me, wincing again when I move away.
“No, no. Don’t touch me. Do you even realize what you’ve done?”
“Yes,” he rasps, barely above a whisper.
He’s completely breaking me, but I can’t stop because I’m so freaking mad.
“He’s Katie’s father, Wes! Whether we like it or not. And…and…and you shouldn’t have done that.”
Wes’s entire body sags before he runs his hands down his clenched and broken face. I’m about to say more when the sight of one hand catches my eye.Shit!
“Wes, you’re bleeding.”
He doesn’t even look before shaking his head and whispering, “It’s not my blood.”
“Like hell it’s not. Look at it.”
I race over and gently secure his hand in mine. It’s an absolute mess. God, if his hand looks like this, I can’t even imagine Greg’s face. I didn’t get a good look.
