Page 135 of Chasing the Storm


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“I might have had a little help sneaking up.”

I scoff. “Traitors!” I whisper-yell, tossing a pillow at the door.

His mouth twitches as Harleigh’s hand reaches inside and turns the lock on the door. Then pulls it shut.

I kick my legs, freeing them from the sheet, and hitch one over the edge of the bed.

“Whoa there, Stormy. I just want to talk.”

“You don’t break into someone’s house while they’re sleeping to talk.”

“You blocked me,” he says.

“Yeah, I did. That should have been your first clue that I wasn’t interested in talking.”

He sobers, gaze dropping to my mouth, then back to my eyes. “I’m sorry.”

The words hit me harder than I expected. My chest tightens, old hurt flaring bright and hot.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it this time, Waylon.”

“I know.” He shifts, careful not to touch me. Like he’s afraid I might bolt. “I screwed up.”

“You stood me up,” I say, my voice shaking despite my best efforts. “You let me sit there like an idiot, waiting for you.”

“I didn’t mean to—”

“I don’t care what you meant,” I snap. “I care what you did.”

“I got some bad news that day. Really bad fucking news, and it rocked me. So hard that I forgot about everything. I know that isn’t a good excuse, but it’s the truth.”

I sit there, warring with myself. If I ask, I’ll be giving him an opportunity to change my mind. And legitimate reason or not, I’m not sure that’s something I want.

Not sure I want to put my heart at risk again.

“Go on,” I finally say. Good sense obviously gone.

“Pop hired a private investigator to find Ruby’s mother. He and Caison wanted her to sign papers to make my custody of Ruby legal. Plus, there were things I needed for school and insurance reasons. Her birth certificate, Social Security number, stuff like that.”

That makes sense.

“Did he find her?”

“He did.”

I sit there, bracing myself. Afraid he’s going to tell me she was the blonde outside the pizza parlor.

“Or he found her remains.”

“What?!”

“She passed away a few weeks before. The county was holding her ashes while they searched for next of kin.”

“Oh my God,” I murmur.

“Yeah, it was a shock. I mean, I had known she was in a bad way and living a dangerous lifestyle, but I didn’t expect that.”

“Of course not.”