Page 101 of The Truth of Our Secrets

“A few hours.” This is the first time that my job has cock and pussy blocked me and I’m not loving it.

He spanks my ass. “Go get packed so you can come straight to us.”

“Yes, J-Bear,” I say with a cocked eyebrow.

Madyson

I pick up the FaceTime call from Emmet, and immediately see something’s wrong. “Are you okay? What happened?”

“Hang on, Jayce is picking up and I might as well tell you both.”

He’s physically fine, from what I can see.

My heart is in my throat. “Alec didn’t do something stupid, did he?” He’s never been heartbroken, and he’s not thinking straight.

“No, he’s mopey but fine.”

“Who are we talking about?” Jayce’s face appears on screen.

“Alec but he’s not why I called. I hate to do this, but I have to cancel on you tonight.” I watch my face fall on the screen as Emmet talks. “My mom’s neighbor called and said a truck delivered a lot of boxes today. So many she lost count. She said my mom wouldn’t let her in to look at what she got and she’s afraid my mom got scammed or spent money she doesn’t have.”

“Don’t worry about us. Will you come over when you’re done?” I plaster on a fake smile.

“You want a ride?” Jayce asks and Emmet pauses with his mouth open. “I know you take the train and maybe a bus? But we have a car. It’ll be faster and easier.”

It’s weird to watch my expression change so drastically. I really want him to say yes, but I won’t push. This being patient thing is killing me.

Emmet tilts his head. “You have a car?”

“Yeah. It’s a waste and I should probably get rid of it for what we pay for parking, but it’s useful for times like this.” He pauses. “You don’t have to do this alone anymore.”

Emmet’s eyebrows scrunch up. “Okay, but whatever this is, please don’t throw your money at the problem. My mom will keep expecting it. I have to stop paying her bills at some point, but it’s hard.”

“Whatever you need,” Jayce says, and it’s unclear if he’s upset or impressed. He has his emotions on lockdown.

“We can be there for moral support.” It’s a strain to keep my face indifferent so I don’t pressure him.

“Yeah, thanks. Where should I meet you?”

Twenty minutes later, we’re in the car on the way to the trailer park that holds Emmet’s worst memories. We snuggle in the backseat.

Emmet glances at his app. “The bridges are clear, so it shouldn’t take us long. When my aunt would drive us, it would either take fifteen minutes or two hours.”

“Truth.” Jayce nods, keeping his eyes on the road.

“Has your mom done this before?” I ask, resting my cheek on his shoulder.

“She’s definitely made purchases from TV shows. I had her cable shut off so she can’t watch QVC, but she has a smartphone. I’ve put child protections on it, but she’s an adult and buys things.”

“Things she buys and you pay for.” Jayce’s gentle voice gets his point across.

“Yes. But how do I let my mom go bankrupt and lose her house? What kind of son would I be?” He sounds resigned to a life of financially supporting his mom.

I hug him tight. “You’re a good man, Emmet.”

It doesn’t take long, as Emmet predicted. I put our relationship issues aside to focus on what he needs tonight.

The trailer park is different than I expected. Some trailers are adorable with their decorations and lawn furniture.

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