“What the hell is going on with you? You’ve been all over the place for a week straight.”
I didn’t dare tell him it was because I was using my hand to get off, and that wasn’t nearly good enough for me. Sleep was eluding me, mostly because I constantly wondered what Cassidy was doing and if she was alright without me.
Had she moved on?
I just couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that she tossed me out of her life. Not that I could blame her. With the number of times I’d told her I would never offer me more, it was a wonder she’d let me stick around as long as she had.
But I still couldn’t shake the feeling that something else was going on, that she had pushed me out the door for some reason that still eluded me.
I sucked in a breath, trying desperately not to think of how she looked lying in bed beside me. It struck me as slightly odd that I was thinking about how her hair sprawled across the pillow, or the way she sang off-key in the shower instead of her pussy. But I had long since admitted to myself that I was in love with Cassidy, if only to myself.
“This isn’t like you, Sammy. You could take a guy like Masters any day of the week, but right now, he’s about to end you.”
“I know.”
“You still have some in the reserves, but the way you’re fighting, you’ll only end up injuring yourself. We’re gonna have to call it for the day. We have your first fight in two days. Are you gonna be ready?”
“I’ll be ready.”
“Look, normally, I suggest abstinence. You know, build up that anger and shit. But…I think you need the opposite. Go find some pussy and blow off some steam.”
I nearly decked him for suggesting I find pussy, as if it was an affront to Cassidy. But he didn’t even know about her, so if I reacted, I’d only clue him in that my problem was more than just needing a release.
Clasping me around the neck, he pulled me in so we were eye to eye. “Get this shit under control, Sammy. We need this. If you’re not right by tomorrow, I’ll pull the fight.”
I nodded, stepping back and wiping the sweat from my brow. He was right. I couldn’t bottle up this need inside me any longer. I needed Cassidy, not only to get my head on straight, but because things just weren’t right without her. I needed her, and if I could admit that to myself, it was about time I said the same to her.
Thirty minutes later, I was out of the gym and headed to my mobile vehicle, which was no longer in the parking lot. I still hadto move my shit into the new house, and even though I didn’t have a lot, I needed my damn clothes and a few other personal items. But that wouldn’t be happening if I couldn’t even find the damn mobile home.
“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath.
At least I still had my car. I drove around for a good hour, searching every alley, public parking lot, the fire station…Hell, I even checked back at the ranch.
But what I didn’t expect was to find my tiny home parked in the driveway right the fuck beside Cassidy’s home.
Walking up the steps to Sawyer’s house, I knocked on the door, hoping I wasn’t interrupting his sleep. He worked at the rescue center, so if he was on the night shift, this was going to be an unwelcome interruption.
When the door opened and his groggy face appeared, I got my answer. “What?” he grumbled.
“Sorry, but someone parked my house in your drive.”
He looked behind me, then sighed. “Yeah. Hold on.”
He was gone for only a minute, and when he returned, he had a set of keys in his hand. “The lock was changed.”
“Who did it?”
“Sorry. Sworn to secrecy.” And then he slammed the door in my face.
“Secrecy,” I muttered under my breath as I made my way back to the tiny house. “The only secret that can be kept in this town is who’s moving my house all around the damn place.”
The problem was, I couldn’t even tow it—not with my car. I needed a truck for that, but I didn’t see the point in getting one, not when everyone in the damn town had the ability to drag my house wherever the hell they wanted.
And they just happened to park it in Sawyer’s driveway, right the fuck next to Cassidy’s house.
It was almost as if someone planned it that way.
But I immediately brushed that thought from my mind. Who in the hell would want to make sure that I saw Cassidy?
