Foster picks up his phone from the table. “You know I suck at this relationship stuff, but if you love her, you gotta fight for her, man.”
Easton shrugs. “She’s the one, and if my family has taught me anything, it’s that everyone’s got someone out there.”
I look at Decker, whom I trust the most when it comes to this kinda stuff. “I don’t think I’m the one to ask, except to say that if you let her go, be prepared for her to move on. She won’t wait forever for you. So, if you don’t want her to find her happily ever after with someone else, get your ass out of that chair and fix it.”
Decker is so right. What am I going to do, let some other bastard slot into my spot in her life? My destiny? My fate? Hell fucking no. That spot is mine.
I stand abruptly and the chair falls to the floor behind me. “I’m getting an Uber.”
“It’s already outside,” Foster says.
“And big enough for all of us?” Callie asks.
“Of course.” He winks at her.
“You’re not all coming.” I make my way to the door.
“Oh yes, we are. You two kept me in the dark long enough. I want to see this.” Callie follows, and I hear the rest of the chairs scraping along the floor.
I guess this will be a public groveling.
Chapter
Fifty-Three
Leighton
* * *
I’m on a ladder, cutting in with paint in Sky and Patrick’s room, when Lake comes in and sits on the bed.
The kids took it well when I told them we needed to remember their parents, but we also need to work on moving forward, that it’s what their parents would have wanted for them. I don’t think Monroe understood at all, and Lincoln only half. I talked to their therapist though, so I’m hoping she’ll be able to help.
“What’s up?”
“You know he texts us… well, me,” she says.
I glance over my shoulder. “Uncle Art?”
Art better not be trying to swing her preference his way.
“No. Hayes.”
My paintbrush pauses on the wall. “Oh.”
“Just to say good night or ask us how the day was. He asks me to send him pictures of Monroe doing her National Days stuff. I hope you’re not mad.”
I put the paintbrush on the tray and climb down the ladder. “I’m not mad. I just wish someone had told me sooner.”
She shrugs. “That night of my party, he came up and apologized.”
I nod. Callie told me, but I never asked what happened.
“He felt bad and said he was really sorry. Explained the whole thing and…” She shrugs. “It made sense. I told him I was upset and how the girls from school said I was a liar.”
I pat her leg. “I think forgiveness is good.”
“Then why won’t you forgive him?”
