Case grimaced. God, I hope nobody is. I’m trying to have a beer and enjoy my night. No need to relive that nightmare.
It didn’t matter. Or it wouldn’t until I was exactly where they told me to be.Well, better make the rounds of it, I mumbled and held up the phone to listen to my dad’s message.
There was a long moment of silence, then the sound of men laughing and the clicking of glasses followed by low chatter. Someone said something that was too muffled to make out, and Dad replied in a booming voice, So then Duff says, you think that’s bad, you should see the other guy! More laughter followed, and I clicked the message off without waiting to hear the other forty-three seconds.My father had butt-dialed me. As far as he knew, I was missing and heartbroken, and he was out somewhere drinking and laughing with his buddies, telling tired old stories?I set my jaw, trying to ignore the sting, and scrolled down to find another message from my mother. I clicked on it more out of righteous anger than interest, and when her voice floated over the line again, I gritted my teeth, waiting for her to ask me this time where I was, or if I was okay.
Charlotte, honey, it’s me again. I wanted you to know I’ve paid everyone from the reception and that’s all handled. I’ve also arranged for you to see a few doctors, so they should be calling you in short order. I hope to see you soon.She hoped to see me soon? That was it?
My mother’s only concern was for her checkbook—and her image. And that was exactly why I’d escaped—and exactly why I hadn’t told Luke about my past. I didn’t want him believing I was some silly society girl who only cared about the label stitched into her clothes or the number of zeroes in her bank account. I wasn’t like them. I wasn’t. And even though I knew that I shouldn’t have lied to Luke when he asked me about Prescott, I just wanted so badly to believe that all of that was behind me, and never speak of it again.
I slammed my phone on the kitchen table and huffed out a sigh, blinking back angry, frustrated tears.I’ll be downstairs, I murmured, heading for the door. I found Duke in the kitchen fixing himself a plate of eggs.
What’s on the agenda today? he asked.I cleared my throat, forcing down the knot that had formed. Charlotte’s taking off today.
And that’s it, huh?He slammed the skillet he’d just washed onto the counter. Don’t be a dumb fuck. She’s perfect for you.