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Okay. So he’s who bought it. “For how long?”
He shrugs. “Not that long.”
“How long?”
“Brielle, I want to answer you, but we both know that these questions lead us down a very dangerous path.”
“No lies,” I repeat his words.
“Exactly, it’s better if we avoid talking about specifics, okay? Besides, does it matter how long I’ve had it? I could’ve bought it two days ago and that doesn’t change anything.”
“Did I ever get to drive it?”
He lets out a soft chuckle. “Isaac never let you, but you might get a different answer if you were to ask me.”
“Well? Can I?”
He chuckles. “I promise I’ll let you.”
“When?”
“When you’re medically cleared to drive.”
I huff. “Fair enough.”
Spencer leans in and kisses my temple. “We have time, sweetheart. Just be patient.”
That’s easy for someone who has nothing but time. “We both know that time isn’t a guarantee. Not for any of us.”
“No, it’s not, but we both know you’re not allowed to drive now and, who knows what will happen as your memories keep resurfacing.”
I jerk my head back a little. “What do you mean?”
“Nothing.”
He clearly meant something by that. “Did you uncover something?”
“No. I never should’ve said that.” He glances at his watch. “We’re going to be late. Come on, let’s go drink for free and watch Emmett make a fool of himself.”
I place my hand in his and let him lead me to the car, wishing that niggling feeling in my gut wasn’t growing and vowing to find out what he’s hiding.
ChapterNineteen
SPENCER
“One day, it’ll be you, Spence,” Emmett says as he slaps me on the back. “Who knew that I would be getting this award?”
I wonder how many shots he’s had because, a few days ago, it wasn’t a big deal, now he’s on the brink of crying. “Dude, it’s a Rose Canyon award where you were up against the mayor’s son, who drove his ATV into a ditch because he tried to drive it with his helmet on backward. It wasn’t exactly a pool of winners.”
He shakes his head and grabs his drink. “I’m a winner.”
“You’re something.”
“I miss my friend,” he says, looking around. “I miss . . . well, all of them.”
Emmett was really there for Addison and Elodie before Addison’s mother could get there. Watching Addison crumble, knowing he couldn’t help, and grieving his own loss, wasn’t easy for him.
I understood, to some extent, how Addy felt, but while Emmett was helping her, I focused all of my energy on Brielle. A part of me didn’t register that Isaac was dead because I couldn’t handle any more than the fact that my entire world was almost taken from me too.
