He looked to her.
She took her hand from his arm.“Okay, I have something kinda awkward to tell you, so I want to get it out of the way before we take off.”
He felt his lats tighten, pulling his shoulders up.
“Those fucks mess with you again?”he demanded.
In her bright porch light, she appeared confused for a second, before she shook her head.
“No, nothing about that.I just…listen, you know I’m a girl.”
“Uh, yeah,” he grunted.
He knew that all too well.
Another of her bright smiles before it faded, and she said, “So, obviously, girls talk.”
Ah, hell.
She kept going.
“And I talked to Abigail today.And yeah, by talk, I mean gossiped.So you should know I know about Bree.”
His shoulders relaxed and he put the truck in reverse saying, “Everyone knows about Bree.”
“I just didn’t want to know with you, um…not knowing I know.”
She gave him that, put it out there right away, total honesty.
And he knew about her whole life from birth, and she didn’t know he knew.
He also wasn’t going to tell her.
Shit.
“Thanks, May,” he muttered after he hooked an arm around her seat to look behind them as he reversed, concentrating on what he was doing and unusually missing the shift of the feel of cab.“But Bree went all out not making it a secret.”
“I hate you went through that,” she said as he started them down her lane.
“It wasn’t much fun going through it.”
“Did she really text you a hundred times in a day?”
“Yup.And that didn’t happen on just one day.”
“Good God.Why didn’t you block her?”
“I did.But the messages still come in.You just don’t get them.If you unblock, you’ll see them all.”
“Oh,” she mumbled.“I didn’t know that.”
He swung a left on CR 10 and said nothing.
“Abigail says she comes into the store.Thus, I’ll now be wearing rubber bands on my wrists whenever I’m in the store, so I’ll snap them if she ever comes in when I’m there to remind me violence is not the answer.”
That almost made Hutch smile.
It didn’t, but he felt his lips quirk.
