Yeah.
I slowed down to drive by the parking lot, but I recognized him even before I was close. After seeing him outside of Pins so many times, leaning against the wall with his cigarette between his lips and fingers, his stance was identifiable. It was all Dex. Relaxed and strong, reeking of all the shits he didn't give.
And right next to himwas the same redhead that had come into the shop earlier.
They were talking but his attention was focused on the biker I recognized from Sonny's place, the one I'd stood next to just a few hours before.
Jealousy and I don't know what else it was—it was bitter and stung my throat—rose up into my mouth. Because...
What did I expect? That Dex was some kind of celibate saint? He was attractive. Incredibly attractive. And he was really nice when he wanted to be. He was even nice in his own way when he didn't want to be. And he'd told me things about himself that I was confident he didn't share often. And he took care of me in his rough, Dick way. I liked Dex.
Holy shit.
I liked Dex.
I don't know why it hadn't hit me before. Maybe because he was my boss and he still got on my nerves pretty often.
But mainly because I realized deep down inside of me that there was no point in accepting or recognizing any feelings I could have for a man like him. A man who did his duty to his friend's sister.
God, I was such an idiot.
Such a friggin' idiot.
I hit the gas to accelerate at the same time I reached out to grab my phone, hitting the second person under my favorites to call.
It rang for a while, almost too long but right at the last moment, he answered.
"Ris?" Sonny answered in a raspy voice.
A shuddering breath made its way out of my lungs. "Hey, Sonny."
There was a bunch of noise in the background. The sound of a door opening and closing. "Hey kid, I was just thinking about you," he said. "You doing okay?"
Ugh. The one day out of so many when I wasn't fine, and he'd ask. "Eh," I answered him honestly. I mean, I'd already lied enough today. No need to tarnish my record anymore, especially not with my brother. "You?"
He sighed. Long and deep. "I've been better, too."
Something about his tone nipped at me. "What's wrong?" I asked him carefully.
"Ahh, kid," he hedged.
Like that would stop me. "Where are you?"
"Almost to Denver. I don't know what the name of this shitty little town is but we're in Colorado."
Colorado? "Is that where you think the sperm donor is?"
The three second long hesitation should have been my warning sign. "Maybe. My friends in Arizona said they know he'd passed through a couple weeks ago, so I'm hoping he went up north since he used to live there."
"Oh." It frustrated me how little I knew about my dad, though it shouldn't. "Did he live there recently?"
Another pause. More hesitation. "Uh, not really. I just don't think he'd be dumb enough to go back to Cali if he knows there's people looking for him."
So, Curt Taylor had lived in Denver for a while before ending up in California somewhere? What was it about this guy that made him unable to settle down?
And then it hit me, caustically, like amassivestone stuck in my kidneys, tearing a fresh line of pain through my insides.
What was the one thing this man always ran from, Iris?My brain screamed.
