Page 15 of Make Me Trust Again
“It’s fine, Harriet,” John reassures her softly. “We’re going through a divorce. It’s what your daughter wants. I’m not planning to hold her back.”
His words make me scoff.
Of course.
Make me the villain because why not?
“Then why not just give me the divorce already so we can be done with it?”
It’s been months, and he’s been the one to drag it out all this time.
“Rose!”
“Because I want to see my son. I actually came to pick him up.” He glances at my mom, shooting her one of his charming smiles. “A little father-son time.”
I chuckle humorlessly. “Maybe next time you want a little father-son time, you should actually pay attention to his schedule. He’s still in school, and after that, I’m driving him to his speech therapy. You know the same one he’s been going to three times a week for the last six years?”
The muscle in John’s jaw tics at my words, but I won’t let him make me feel bad for putting him in his place. I wasn’t lying when I said I would be open to him having a relationship with Kyle. I don’t want to take him away, but I sure as hell won’t allow him to keep breaking my boy’s heart with his behavior.
“Oh, right, sorry. You were too busy focusing on football,” I bite out, unable to hide my disdain.
He wants to play this game of his?
Fine, I will play.
“He’s trying, Rose,” Mom defends.
Of course she does. He has her completely wrapped around his little finger.
“Well, it’s a little too late for that now.”
With a shake of my head, I let my arms fall, turn on the balls of my feet, and get the hell away from them.
I can’t keep doing this. It has to stop. He has to stop. But he won’t. I know that better than anybody.
Which means I have to be the one to draw the line, and there is only one way I can do that.
I have to move out.
CHAPTER FOUR
CHASE
My phone rings as I pass by the Welcome to Bluebonnet Creek sign. Checking the caller ID, I press the answer button, and the call connects through the speakers.
“Yeah?”
“Hello to you, too, Mr. Grumpy.” A cheerful female voice fills the cabin of the truck, and I can see Shadow’s ears perk up in recognition, her tail wagging excitedly.
“She’s not here, so no treats for you.” I give Shadow a pointed look, which earns me a glare from the dog.
“Poor pup,” Maisie coos. “You should bring her to me so I can spoil her. God knows she deserves it. She’s a saint for sticking with your broody ass.”
“She’s doing just fine,” I grumble, not in the mood for her antics. “Did you need something, or are you just bugging me?”
“You need to cheer up, Williams.” Even though I can’t see her, I know she’s rolling her eyes at me. “Where are you?”
“Heading home.”
