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Chapter 13

I’m not saying I hate you. All I’m saying is that if you were hit by a bus, I’d be the one driving the bus.

-Aspen’s secret thoughts

Drew

My body was still vibrating with anger as I stopped at Aspen’s front door.

“Listen, Constance,” I sighed. “I had nothing to do with what happened today, and I don’t know what else you want me to say here.”

I tapped my foot with impatience, ready to get off the phone with the woman.

“What I want you to say is that this’ll never happen again!” Constance said shrilly. “Or she won’t be coming back to your house.”

I ground my teeth together and refrained from saying what I really wanted to say.

Instead I went with what I knew wouldn’t set her off on another tirade.

“I will ensure you, to the best of my ability, that this will never happen again if I can help it,” I promised her, telling the truth.

However, I couldn’t promise that Attie would never be in trouble again.

I wasn’t psychic, and I couldn’t be with her twenty-four hours a day.

I also had no control over fate.

Something which I’d had slammed into my face tonight.

“Fine,” Constance said. “Make sure you get to the field by ten in the morning. Her soccer game is at eleven.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Yes, Constance.”

She sniffed and hung up, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

I’d called to check on Attie, but just like me, she was able to deal with her problems and go to sleep.

I’d always been good at compartmentalizing things and so was Attie.

What I wasn’t good at compartmentalizing was my feelings for the woman that I could see through the window.

She was laying on her bed, which was directly in the line of site from the front door I’d just come through.

She hadn’t heard me, otherwise she wouldn’t still be swinging her hips to the sound of the music that was coming from the speakers next to the TV.

She was up on her knees in the bed, her front plastered to the bed, ass in the air.

Her Kindle was propped up against a pillow, and her arms were resting under her chin, one lone finger out and tapping the screen to turn the pages on it as she read.

I could see the outline of her panties through her tight yoga pants.

They were the type that barely covered the ass cheeks, and in the position she was in, they resembled more of a thong.

I clenched my fists, my mind going back to earlier in the night when I heard her call my name in such desperation that my heart was hammering the moment the words had left her lips.

I’d woken up to find her gone, and the scream had come again, this time even more frightening than the last.