I chuckled, remembering a time during one of her lectures that she’d had Power Point with her lecture up on the screen, and all of a sudden, her computer just shut off, never to wake up again. She’d never thought to back up all of her lectures, so years of her education materials had disappeared in a puff of smoke.
That year had been a turning point for her, as well as a reminder not to do what she did.
I’d felt sorry for her ever since. I was sure, even a year later, that she was still trying to recoup materials that she’d lost.
“That’ll work,” I smiled sadly. “I’ll drop his file by your office myself since your assistant is out. I’ll be there likely tomorrow some time. I have about three hours in between patients.”
When Joan had lost all of her materials, she’d decided that she wouldn’t be teaching at UT any longer. I don’t know if that was just the last straw or what, because she moved while I was still attending the last of my classes for my final semester of school.
When I’d contacted her for a professional reference a few months ago, it was to find her not just close to me, but two towns over. Though, technically we weren’t in the same state.
The town of Hostel bordered the Texas/Louisiana border. Though we were only thirty miles away from each other at most, getting to each other required that we cross state lines.
“All right, Hennessy. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
With that we hung up, and I got out of the car.
I was glad that I’d taken the rest of the afternoon off, though I would’ve rather spend it with Krisney, shopping for the lingerie that I’d planned to seduce Tate with.
I winced.
I really needed to get my mood swings in regards to Tate in order. This was beginning to get ridiculous, and way out of hand.
Getting out of my car with new determination in my step, I walked inside, took a look around, and came to a fast realization.
I needed a new place.
I wasn’t going to get over Tate Casey when I had to see him across the street from me every day.
An idea came to mind, and I grinned.
The only problem, for this idea to come to fruition, I had to go visit Tate’s grandma.
Chapter 17
I don’t always give a woman an orgasm, but when I do, she usually spits it out.
-Text from Baylor to Tate
Tate
Two hours earlier
I didn’t want to see her.
Not even a little bit.
But, this wouldn’t get resolved if I didn’t, so there I stood outside Bord’s, knowing that she was inside today thanks to Rosemary’s text that she was ‘in house.’
I stared at the doors of the bar with my gut in a tight ball.
The other problem with being here at this time was that everyone and their brother was there to eat breakfast.
Bord’s did breakfast one day a week, and that was on a Wednesday. It was a good breakfast with a shit ton of buffet style breakfast food, paired with alcoholic morning drinks such as mimosas.
I wish I didn’t have to do it right then, but each time I’d tried to call Ariya, she’d dodged my calls. I’d had to resort to more sneaky measures, which was where Rosemary had come in.
Now I was about to walk into the bar owned by my ex-girlfriend in the middle of God and everybody in the whole goddamn town, and tell Ariya how much I resented her for keeping my kid from me.
Not that I could blame her.
I’d been in prison, for God’s sake. I wouldn’t want my kids involved with a felon, either.
Steeling myself, I got out of the truck, trying to ignore the fact that I passed what had to be Hennessy’s car, and marched inside.
The moment I crossed the threshold, I heard the excited chatter, as well as the clinking of dishes as people ate.
My eyes slowly moved over the entire bar area, and stopped on Hennessy.
She and Krisney had their backs to me as they ate, and I was glad.
Seeing her right now would be detrimental. I needed to figure shit out with Ariya before I said anything to Hennessy about anything.
Even though Hennessy and I hadn’t spoken about anything more than what we’d already done, I wasn’t a stupid man. I knew that I wanted her. I also knew that I wasn’t good enough for her, but that wasn’t going to stop me from taking what I wanted as mine.
It’d suck to have to explain all of this shit to her, but I knew she’d understand.
“Why are you here?”
I looked over to see Ariya’s father, Borden, the ‘Bord’ in Bord’s, staring at me with barely restrained hostility.
“I’m here to see Ariya,” I told him. “Do you think you can spare her for a few seconds?”
Borden lifted his lip in a silent snarl, and was about to reply when Ariya walked up to his side. “It’s okay, Dad. I’ll talk to him.”
Borden walked away, but didn’t attempt to hide the distaste at having me in his establishment.
The moment he was out of earshot, Ariya grabbed my hand and led me outside. She didn’t go far, just to the right of what I now confirmed was Hennessy’s car, and crossed her arms.
“You know?”
I laughed at that.
“Yeah, I know.”
“I…”
She stopped and looked at her hands, then rubbed her face with a roughness that surprised me.
She wasn’t wearing any makeup.
Holy shit. I didn’t think there was ever a time that I hadn’t seen her perfectly coifed.
“Just spit it out,” I ordered. “I’m going fucking crazy here.”
She looked at me then, her spine straightening.
“She’s not yours.”
The relief in those words as they hit me were nothing less than staggering.
I knew that she wouldn’t lie, not about this.
Ariya was a lot of things, but a liar wasn’t one of them.
“Then why does everyone think she’s mine?”
Ariya bit her lip. “If her father was known, then it wouldn’t be good for me or her. It’s better that they suspect, but don’t get it confirmed.”
“In the meantime, though, you’re making everyone think that she’s mine, and that I’m an asshole for not having anything to do with a dying kid.” I paused at Ariya’s flinch. “I’m sorry, that was inconsiderate.”
Ariya swiped at her eyes, and let out a shaky breath.
“Thing is, it’s the truth,” she sniffled.
The bar door slammed in front of us, but neither one of us turned to see who it was. We did stop talking, though, waiting for whomever it was to pass.
Only they didn’t pass. They got into the car that was at my back.
Hennessy.
My eyes turned to follow the car’s path as it backed out, and when it finally got far enough away that I could see in the window, I knew that Hennessy knew something.
Or what she thought was something.
Hennessy didn’t peel out. Didn’t drive away in anger.
No, she drove away sedately, just like the controlled woman that she was—when she wasn’t with me.
“You can’t tell anyone,” Ariya pleaded, meaning Hennessy. “I know that this situation isn’t ideal. I know it. It’s asking a lot from you, but that little girl right there is my heart and soul. I don’t want to have her last days filled with anger and pain because her little life was turned upside down.”
I looked over at the little girl.
God, she looked so much different, even from just a few days ago.
A few days ago, she’d been upright and standing on her own volition. Today she was sitting down in a chair that was set up for her in the corner of the bar, right in front of the window. She had an iPad in her hand, and she was watching it with so little enthusiasm that it almost, if I didn’t know about her illness, looked like she was disinterested and mad that she was made to sit still while her mother worked.
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nbsp; Only she wasn’t sitting still because she was told to. She was sitting still because she physically couldn’t hold herself up.
“I won’t tell anyone,” I said. “I’ll let everyone think that I’m the father since that’s what they already think, but she doesn’t think that, does she?”
God, I really hoped that she didn’t think I was her father.
When I had thought that the little girl was mine, I’d been heartbroken.
My father hadn’t been there for me, and I’d made a promise to myself when I was young that I’d never do that to a child of my own. If I had a child, which I was thinking wasn’t a good idea at this point, then I’d make sure they knew that they were wanted.
Even the idea that this child thought she wasn’t wanted was enough to rip my heart to shreds in my chest.
“No,” Ariya said sadly. “She knows who her daddy is.”
I looked over at her.
“Who is her daddy?”
Ariya’s head dropped until her chin rested on her chest.
“You know who.”
The moment that she’d said that the baby wasn’t mine, my mind had automatically gone to the one person that the child looked like, and that was the woman that had stolen a little piece of my heart all those years ago when she’d come outside at a church picnic in borrowed clothes. Each time I saw her, she took another piece.
Soon, she’d own every single bit of it.
Even if she hated me because she thought I had a kid when I didn’t.
***
Two hours later, I was standing with my phone to my ear while looking at the front door of the most known ‘gangster wannabe’ in the entire town.
He was a prick and a half, and I wanted nothing to do with repossessing the fucker’s car.
“You’re fucking shitting me, right?” I said to Travis. “This mother fucker is going to shoot me, and since I can’t have a fuckin’ gun anymore, I literally have nothing to defend myself with.”
“He was the one that put up bail, using his stupid fugly car, on his stupid cousin. If he can’t see that this is the right thing to do, then I can’t help him. Get the car. You can handle yourself without a gun and we know it.”
That was true.
I was six foot five, two hundred and fifty pounds, and could literally lift the stupid fucking car up off the ground if I tried hard enough, but I couldn’t protect myself from a bullet to the back.
“You know how this guy is,” I continued.
I was going to go back to jail today. I could feel it.
“I know that you’ve repossessed his car twice, and each time before you’ve gotten out of it fine.”
Travis was in a mood today. What had crawled up his ass?
Then, because I really didn’t care if I kept my job when he was doing stupid shit like sending me out to a known prick’s house that would likely get me in trouble and he knew it, I told him what I thought.
“When I die, you’ll have to feel bad about this for the rest of your life,” I told him.
Then I hung up because I wasn’t getting anywhere by telling him I needed backup—which he said he didn’t have. But, the car had to be picked up today since the little prick traded cars like he traded playing cards.
Instead of doing what my gut told me to do—which was leave—I walked into the yard and straight to the car.
The first thing that fucked the rest of the day up was the dog I saw chained to a tree.
It was skin and bones. Skinny enough that I could count every one of his ribs, as well as see the line of the dog’s spine.
He was chained to a tree with a chain that had to weigh more than the dog itself. The poor thing couldn’t even lift his head.
Though, that might have been due to him being in direct sun with no water nearby.
I gritted my teeth, telling myself that I shouldn’t be having the thoughts that I was having.
I really, really shouldn’t.
In fact, if I was going to have any thoughts, it should be about putting the dog out of his misery for having to have an owner like The Prick aka Colman Stone.
Turning my head away from the dog once again, I walked to the car and stared at it.
I knew that the kid put stupid homemade car alarms on his shit, and I also knew that he rigged his car up so that it’d not make it much further than the driveway if and when it was ever taken.
This Colman kid had some powerful enemies at his young age, and though he’d never been charged with anything, it was only a matter of time until his stupid finally caught up with him.
Today, hopefully, wouldn’t be one of those times. Why, you ask? Because if his stupid finally caught up with him, I had a feeling that that would be at the expense of me being shot because he was trying to stop me from repossessing his car.
I let my eyes roam over the vehicle, easily seeing the wire that was there between the front door and the back door. The two pieces were essentially magnets. Once they were separated, an alarm would sound. Normally these would be found on a door inside the house.
They were applied with a sticky foam substance to the doors of the house, and nine times out of ten, it ruined your paint when you took them off.
Apparently, Colman didn’t give a shit about ruining his paint when he decided to take them off.
Hunkering down on my haunches, I reached forward and ripped the two pieces off, being sure to keep them together so that the alarm wouldn’t rouse everyone in the neighborhood.
After another inspection of the vehicle and satisfied that I’d gotten all of his homemade booby traps, I jimmied the car open using a metal hook like device.
The lock popped open easily—almost too easily.
Really, it was almost comical how many ‘alarms’ he had—fourteen in total.
Too bad I wasn’t a dumb kid, because they were all so obvious I was sure even a fucking six-year-old could find them.
Cautiously, I opened the door to the car, breathing a sigh of relief when no alarms of any kind sounded.
Something clinked behind me, and I felt rather than saw something coming up behind me.
Turning on my heels ready to throw a punch, I realized that it wasn’t a person, but the dog, that was now standing up staring at me.
I grimaced and reached into the car, easily putting the car into neutral thanks to it being a manual transmission.
If I could manage it, I wanted to push the car off the property. The tow truck was loud as hell, and with this quiet neighborhood, it’d be heard in the house if I wasn’t careful.
And I did just that, getting it all the way to the end of the driveway and into the street before anything happened.
It was when I positioned the truck in front of the car, and got the wheels lifted up off the ground when Colman finally caught on that he was having his car repossessed.
He walked out, a Red Bull in one hand, and his car keys in the other, when he came to a sudden halt when he didn’t see his car.
“What the fuck?” I heard him growl.
My lips twitched as I finished up getting the car strapped up, which was about the time that he noticed me.
“That’s my car!” he bellowed.
Down went the energy drink, and out came the gun.
I cursed, walking around the side of the truck, my sole purpose to get into the cab and get the hell out of there.
I would’ve accomplished it, too, had he not started toward me.
Except, when he started down the driveway toward me, the long length of the dog’s chain had him tripping and hitting his knees.
I didn’t wait for him to do anything else. I got the truck into drive and started accelerating down the street.
That didn’t stop me from watching him in my rear-view mirror, though.
He went down hard.
The gun skittered across the concrete, but that didn’t stop him from picking up the chain and giving the chain a vicious yank
in anger.
My foot was on the brake, something inside of me telling me to wait and go back for the dog, but then I thought about how upset Hennessy would be if I got shot over a dog that was probably already dead.
She may be mad at me, but she’d still be upset.
And regardless of what Travis told me to do, he’d never expect me to put myself in danger because of a job.
I cursed and slammed my hand down on the steering wheel. Then drove the stupid fucker’s car to the bond company, got my money for the repossession, and drove back to the office to drop off the check.
All the while, though, I couldn’t stop thinking about that dog, and whether he was okay.
Chapter 18
You better not pout. You better not cry. You better not scream I’m going in dry.
-Text from Krisney to Hennessy
Hennessy
I didn’t watch for him to come home. No, I was in my living room, perfecting the fold in my curtains, and not staring at the road as I waited for my neighbor and ex-lover, as well as soon to be ex-patient, to get home.
Nope, not me, Hennessy Hanes.
I snorted at that lie. Out of all the lies I told myself, the ones that came to Tate were always the worst.
That man had always done something to me, and I had no control over anything when it came to him.
So, there I sat, after finding out that the man had a child, thinking about everything that was wrong with this situation.
At least I’d found out that he didn’t have a child on the way, but one that was already born. Years ago, as a matter of fact.
There was that, I guess.
Krisney had been more than happy to share that news with me via text message.
So yes, I was angry. I was sad. And I was heartbroken. I also most certainly wasn’t waiting by the front window to get a glimpse of him.
He’d looked terrible earlier.
I almost felt sorry for him.
Almost.
Growling at myself and my inability to let Tate go, I threw the curtains out of my hand and started to pace the length of my living room.
And, ten minutes later when I heard the first sound of my neighbor’s truck pull down our street, I told myself not to do it.
Told myself to be strong. To go into my bedroom and possibly take a nap.
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