But was it? Because he wasn’t acting like it was.
“Did y’all have a falling out or something?” I wondered.
He shook his head.
“Do you want to talk to her?” I pushed.
He swallowed hard. “More than my next breath.”
“Then call her, Creed. If you’re feeling like this, what makes you think that she’s not worse? I mean, she just found out that she’s pregnant. I’d bet my last dollar that she wishes you’d call.”
He rubbed at the back of his neck with his left hand, then leaned his head against it while propping his elbow up on the window. “It’s not that simple.”
It was then that I realized that it might not be that simple because he was in hiding. Like Romeo.
I mean, that was the only logical thing that made sense here.
Did the man “die” like Romeo had?
Was that why he couldn’t contact his sister? Because if he did, she’d know that he hadn’t perished?
I mean, from what Mable had let slip, Romeo got to talk to his sister. Why couldn’t Creed talk to his?
And because I was a rash person who made decisions without thinking about them first, I vowed that I would find this sister and bring her here.
Maybe Creed didn’t want to involve her because it was literally life or death for him. If he had broken out of prison, then it was possible he wanted as few people to know as possible. Maybe his sister had a job that required her to live there. But maybe if given the chance, she’d leave her old life behind and come here.
Then they’d both be happy.
Though, if she was pregnant, that would mean that she had a man in the picture.
Maybe instead of telling her straight out, I could do a little internet sleuthing…
Or, more accurately, Charleigh could.
She was a freakin’ wizard when it came to finding out information about people.
She was as good as any FBI background check.
She could find stuff faster on people than the professionals could using Google, dating websites, and geotagging.
If I asked her to look into her, she didn’t have to know that she was related to Creed. Or, if she did figure it out, she didn’t need to know why I was having her looked into.
I mean, I could just be an insanely curious person who had the hots for a man and wanted to find out more about him.
Technically, that was true…
He was silent as we finished the rest of the drive, and I had a feeling that I put my foot in it.
He didn’t even complain when I got out on my own at my house.
He got out as well, but it wasn’t to help me out of the truck, but to walk me to the door.
I opened it and smiled when I saw the nuts on my front porch.
I bent down and picked them up, placing them back onto the handrail.
“What’s that?” he asked.
