“Hey, yourself.”
“Why are you mad?”
“I’m not mad.”
I totally was. He left us. Without saying anything. How could I not be mad?
“What happened?”
Better nip this in the bud before it went too far. I was all about honesty these days. “You left.”
“I had to. There is no way Josie is ever going back to Anna. So I made sure that wouldn’t happen.”
I tried to sit up, but his hold was tight and he made no move to let me go. “What did you do?”
“What I should have done a long time ago.”
And we were back to speaking in riddles. “Which would be what?”
“Doesn’t matter. But she’s gone. She’ll never harm you or anyone in your family again.”
I studied his face, noticing he had gone from smiling to the granite mask. “What did you do? Hire a hitman?”
“Something like that,” he muttered. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to hear it, but I did anyway. And now my interest was piqued.
“And that something would be what exactly?”
“Gunner is taking care of it.”
And I still didn’t know what he had done. God, he was infuriating sometimes.
“Well if Gunner is taking care of it then it must be okay.”
“Is that sarcasm I detect in your voice?”
I ignored his question and pushed for answers instead. “What does that mean for us?”
“It means that we have another appointment with the Judge on Monday.”
“Why didn’t you just say that to start with?”
“You didn’t ask since you were still mad at me. But looks like you got over it.”
I huffed but he pulled me close, my body automatically melting into his. I was too tired to argue, and all I wanted was to fall asleep, preferably next to Rhett. So I didn’t answer, and instead I kissed him. I had definitely gotten over my anger. After all, he didn’t just leave to go to work but to do something for us. Even I could acknowledge that.
“Stay with me?” he asked when we broke apart, breathless.
“There’s nowhere I would rather be.”
I squeezed myself in between the backrest and Rhett, and after a bit of shuffling and moving all but one blanket to the floor, we were comfortable enough to fall asleep.
