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Tank sighed and hit the speaker button right as she spoke again. “Hello!”
My shoulders deflated when I knew I had to answer her, and I lowered my voice. “Hi, Mom.”
“Jane.” Her voice cut through the cab of the truck. “Is that you? Are you there?”
“Yeah, I’m here.”
I hadn’t even finished speaking before she started talking again. “I can’t believe you did this to your sister. Do you have any idea how embarrassing this is for her?”
She didn’t ask how I was, not one time throughout all of this, but she had to know how much I struggled. She was my mom. How could she not know?
“I just couldn’t do it.”
“That’s incredibly selfish, Jane.”
“I tried,” I explained, defeat overwhelming me. “I thought I could do it, but then I saw them together, and I just couldn’t. I’m sorry.”
“That nonsense is in the past. It’s time for you to move on. It’s been well over two years since it happened, and both Emily and David have apologized to you. Sometimes people fall in love. It can’t be helped.”
She’d repeated those exact words since they apologized, and she said them as if she really believed that. Maybe she did. All I know was that the pain they’d caused didn’t ease because they apologized for falling in love. “My sister and my boyfriend, Mom.”
“What you did today was just spiteful, and your father and I raised you better than that.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Tank interrupted her.
Mom gasped loudly, and I shoved my elbow into Tank’s side. “Oh my god, you’re going to make it worse.”
“Make it worse?” Tank stated, but his expression was filled with anger. “From what I’m hearing, your bitch of a sister fucked your boyfriend, married him, and your family ganged up on you until you agreed to be in the wedding. That about right?” I nodded at how easily he summed up my life while I watched his eyes widen. “And my saying fuck is making it worse?”
“Where are you, Jane?” My mom’s voice cut through the cab. “I’m sending someone to get you.”
“I’m in a truck right now. I don’t know where I am,” I admitted with a sigh. “I’ll call you when I get somewhere.”
“That’s unacceptable. Tell—”
My eyes widened when Tank hit end call just as she began speaking again. “You hung up on my mother.”
“Yep.” He shoved the phone back in his pocket.
“No one ever hangs up on my mother.” I continued, in awe of him and his actions. I’d never seen anyone defy my mother.
He lifted his eyebrows. “Just did.”
“But—”
“You wanna go back to that wedding?” He interrupted me before I could say more.
I only had to think about it for a second before I shook my head. “No.”
“You ever wanna go back?”
I stared at him, wondering why a stranger I’d just met on the side of the road was the first person to ever ask me what I wanted. The worst part was I had no idea how to answer. “I’m not sure.”
“Good thing you got time to think about it.”
I thought about that for a moment, but then something else crossed my mind, and I blurted it out. “Do you say the f-word a lot?”
Race snorted behind me, but I didn’t look at him. I couldn’t keep my eyes off Tank when he grinned. I hadn’t heard the f-word very often from the people my family associated with or at the all-girls boarding school I attended during high school.
