I’d reiterate for him to have a good night, but I really don’t care if he does.
Heath, on the other hand, I do.
Stepping around his muscular frame, I make my way to the cocoa stand and look for Jonah.
Micah and I…we’re old news and, hopefully soon, an old memory.
18
MICAH
“Damn,dude. Who the hell is that?” I look over at Dylan, whose eyes are already locked on something, as I glance over my shoulder to find what he’s talking about.
It doesn’t take long.
Only a minute to find Sienna standing at the edge of the garage where the dirty cement begins. She’s wearing brown slacks, a white tee with a gold chain hanging down her chest, and a brown button-up to keep out the chill.
She looks beautiful.
I straighten my spine, careful not to hit the hood I’m under as I grab the rag lying on the fender. My feet amble forward as I stare at her. I couldn’t take my eyes off her if I tried or wanted to because seeing her after three full months and the Snowball Festival is nothing short of almost too much to bear.
“Miss Vesper,” I greet when I’m close enough. “What are you doing here?”
I wipe at my greasy hands, but I’m just giving them something to do. Especially when the wind picks up and sends over the floral, coconut scent that I love about her so much.
“I came by because…Heath was having some issues today at school.”
My brows knit. “What kind of issues?”
“With whatever you have going on withher.” She practically spits that word out because she’s still in the dark about the history behind Laura and I. “He hears you on the phone, and he’s upset that you’re sad.”
I frown. I talk outside with the TV up so Heathcan’thear me, but the kid must either have supersonic hearing or he’s lowering the volume.
“How do you know all this?” I mutter, feeling like the world’s shittiest parent, for one. And, two, now Sienna knows that shit isn’t good. And Heath is getting affected.
“He mentioned it,” she replies, sounding like she’d rather be anywhere else but here. “And, he was making progress, but now he’s falling back socially.”
“I’ll handle it,” I reply, not really knowing what else to say. “Thanks for stopping by.”
“Yeah.”
She begins to pivot and leave, but my body moves forward to stop her.
“How have you been?”
“This wasn’t a social call,” she says coldly. “I only came because I know you and…I told him I’d take care of it. You’re taking care of it, so my mission here is done.”
“Sienna…” My whole body is tense from the matter at hand. How she appears so beyond disgusted with me and what I’ve done.
Maybe that’s how Laura feels but I didn’t skip out on a kid.
No, you only shoved Sienna down and told her that you didn’t need her help while she scraped her knee.
“I’m really sorry,” I impart as genuinely as I can. “I didn’t want you to become…”
“Collateral damage.” She eyes me like she doesn’t recognize who I am. “But you were okay with me sneaking around anddating you. But when it came down to someone finding out, then you backed down.”
I didn’t tell her about Laura’s threats.
