Page 106 of Make Me Trust Again
She gives me a pointed look. “If you don’t want me to think of you as my savior, you should stop jumping in to save the day.”
Kyle tosses the ball to Shadow, a sullen expression still on his face. For a kid who usually talks my ear off, today, there’s just an eerie silence from him. His shoulders are squared, eyes fixed straight, and I can see his mind work, trying to process his feelings.
Pushing from the doorway, I sit down on the step next to him and wait. There’s no sense in rushing him because it’ll only bring more animosity.
He tosses a few more balls for Shadow before glancing at me. “What?”
“If you want, we can go and play ball.”
Kyle’s lips pressed in a straight line once again. “I don’t want to play football. It was?—”
He shakes his head before he finishes and shifts his gaze forward, tuning me out.
I open my mouth, but before I can say anything, my phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out, checking the caller ID before answering the phone.
“Yeah?”
“You seriously need to work on your manners, Williams,” Maisie chastises from the other side of the line.
“These are my manners, you can take it or leave it.”
“So damn stubborn.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Was there a point to this conversation?”
Any amusement she felt dies, her voice turning serious. “Can you come in? We found him. He’s in a pretty rough shape, and he’s not letting me check him out or anybody close.”
My shoulders tense. “How exactly did you ‘find him,’ Mae?”
There is some rustling in the background. “That’s not the issue. Can you come or not?”
I curse under my breath. I know that tone. Maisie has a big heart, and she hates to see animals suffer. When she starts to evade my questions, I know whatever she’s done is sketchy.
“Mae…”
“Can you come or not, Chase?”
I run my hand over my face, my gaze falling on the boy sitting by my side, whose eyes are now fixed on me, a little bit of curiosity reflected in his irises.
“I’ll be there.”
Hanging up, I push to my feet and open a new text message.
Chase:
I need to leave for a bit, but I’ll take Kyle with me.
Rose:
What?
Is everything okay?
Is Kyle fine?
Shit.
I quickly type back.
