Kash shrugged and pulled his eyes away from mine. “I wasn’t playing vigilante. Just had a few questions for him, that’s all.”
“What questions?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“Yes it does, Kash. You were trying to get in on his business, weren’t you? Damn it, Kash, we agreed--!”
“Seriously, Daisy?” He glared at me. “You seriously think I was there to get a paycheck from that asshole?”
“Well what do you expect me to think when you won’t tell me? Either that or you think he killed Hunter.”
His expression darkened. “I expect you to trust me.”
We were at his motel then, to my dismay. I grabbed his arm. “Okay, I trust you. I trust you to tell me whatever it is you’re plotting!”
He shook his head. “That’s not trust and you know it. Go on home, Daisy, before someone sees you with me.”
His tone cut through my soul. He was hurt and angry, but damn it, so was I.
Why couldn’t he let me in to what he was doing?
What was so bad that he had to keep it a secret from me?
Kash walked away, not really quickly, but not slowly, either. Stopping, he turned at the door to blow me a deliberate kiss, then disappeared inside leaving me to stew on the ghosts of my unanswered questions.
Furious at him, Dayle, and myself, I stormed down the street to the store. I fully intended on leaving Dad’s beer on the table and running off into the forest for the day.
Frustration from the whole situation had built to an explosive level inside of me, and I couldn’t think of a more satisfying way to handle it than smashing dead branches against their parent trees until they broke into a million pieces.