“He did.”
“What did he want to know?”
“Just if you were still riding with that club of yours.”
“And what did you tell him?”
“Said you were.” He glanced up again. “You are, aren’t ya?”
“Yeah, but why did he want to know?”
“You’d have to ask him that.”
“Did he say when he was coming back?”
“Didn’t say.”
“And you didn’t ask?”
“Didn’t see the point.”
“That’s all you’ve got?” I asked, my frustration slipping through.
“Just telling ya what I know,” he muttered, already turning his attention back to his phone. “He came by, sat awhile, then left. That’s it.”
That wasn’t it.
Nothing with Davis was ever‘it’.
He should’ve known that.
But standing there in that sad, dark, dying living room, staring at the man who once cared and now didn’t, I knew better than to expect anything different. I shook my head and sighed, “Alright, then. I guess that’s that.”
“I guess so.”
“You need anything?”
“A winning lottery ticket would be nice.”
“Wouldn’t it though?” I chuckled. “I’m gonna get to work but call me if you need anything.”
“I won’t.”
“I know, but if you do… And let me know if Davis comes back around.”
Dad gave me a slight nod, and that was that. I turned and walked out of the house, leaving with no more information than when I started. It was hard to see my ol’ man in such a state, but it was the life he’d chosen and there was nothing I could do to change that.
I left Dad’s and drove straight to the Vault. I claimed a spot in the back and nursed my beer like it would somehow make my problems go away.
Spoiler. It didn’t.
Seven stood across from me, wiping down glasses and prepping for the night ahead. He wasn’t a big talker, and tonight was no different. Feeling like I needed to saysomething, I muttered, “Slow night.”
Seven grunted and continued with his tasks.
Two of the Vault girls sauntered over, sporting big smiles and covered in glitter and not much else. Lacy, the hot little redhead, ran her finger down my arm and purred, “You’re looking a little lonely tonight.”
“Me, lonely?” I smirked. “Nah. I’m just contemplating.”
