It’s not.
Not to me, anyway.
“So…what, then? Turn my own father in?”
She presses her lips together. “Yeah, I guess you’ve got yourself a conundrum there. Would you consider giving him the permission he needs to tell the DA who he thinks is behind the operations?”
I twist my lips. “I’m not sure,” I murmur. I feel like I’ve already made my decision on that.
Still…maybe talking to my father about it will give me the closure I feel like I’m so desperately looking for.
“One more question,” Penny says. I raise my brows as I wait, and when the question comes, it’s one I’m not sure how to answer. “You said your family has always been there to pick you up your entire life. Can you honestly say that specifically about your father?”
I don’t have an answer for that.
I finally text Billy back. I’m all out of fucks for today, so I don’t play games as if I have some left to give.
Me:You broke me when you ended things, but I’m whole again. I’m sorry, but I won’t travel back down that road again.
I send it off, and when he doesn’t reply, I’m pretty sure my message went through loud and clear.
I may not be with Maverick anymore, but that doesn’t mean I’d even consider for a second settling for anything less than everything I deserve.
CHAPTER 45: Everleigh Bradley
Think about Your Family
Movie day with the boys is a success, and it’s after I drop them off that I decide to drive to my parents’ place instead of back to my own. Before I take off, I text my sibling group chat.
Me:I’m in Chicago heading to Mom and Dad’s. Anybody need anything or have a message for me to deliver?
Ivy:Just left there. Sorry I missed you.
She’s the only one who responds. The four football players remain silent, not surprising since it’s a Sunday evening—game day. Archer doesn’t reply, either, even though it’s not game day—which is also not surprising.
Unless my parents are attending some event, they should be home. I haven’t seen my mother yet since I’ve been back in town, and I had this idea to talk to my dad one more time about everything that happened with Maverick and me to see if we can reach some sort of agreement.
On my way to my parents’ house, my phone rings, and I see it’s Jack Dalton’s assistant, Lily, calling me.
“Hello?” I answer.
“Ms. Bradley, hi. Is this a good time for a quick conversation with Mr. Dalton?” she asks.
“Sure,” I say. Is there ever a time to reject a call from Jack Dalton?
“Great, I’ll patch you through.”
The line cuts before I can even saythanks, and I hear Jack’s voice through the line a moment later. “Hello, Ms. Bradley.”
“Hi,” I say a little tentatively, and I’m met with a chuckle.
“I know this is out of the blue, but I had an idea, and it’s something I need your help with. Do you have time to swing by my office tomorrow?” he asks.
“I, uh…I actually moved back to Chicago, Mr. Dalton. I’m not in Vegas.”
“Oh,” he says, sounding a bit surprised. “Okay, well. Would you be willing to move back here?”
I can’t help a little laugh at that. “I guess it depends on your offer. As you may know, I’m currently out of a job.”
