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Travis was already gone, but I knew I had to find him. If I didn’t talk to him now, I’d either chicken out or forget.
Lucky for me, he was in the kitchen, already looking like he’d showered. Shit, I should have done that. I was filthy and stinky. Oh well. Besides the smell of amazingly cooked food was reeling me in.
I rushed to load up a plate with turkey pot pie. Oh shit, this stuff was the best.
“About that house,” I said as I took a seat across from Trav. “I want to do it. Do you think it’s still available?”
“Yeah?” His face was full of shock. Like eyebrows up to his hairline kind of shock. “Well, I kinda went ahead and got it.”
“Figures,” I said, rolling my eyes. Such a Trav thing to do. “Cool. How do you want to do it?”
“Do what?” he asked.
“Money.” I blinked at him likeduh. What the hell else would I talk about?
“Oh, uh…” He shrugged. He was stalling for some fucking reason. He better not be about to tell me that he wasn’t worried about that part. I wasn’t having my best friend buy a house for me, even if it was his idea. “Shh,” he hissed right as my sister walked into the room.
I’d set that shit straight later.
Look at that. I was getting my own place, and I wasn’t leaving my bro behind. It was a pretty good day. Truth was, I needed something to look forward to with all the shit going wrong lately.
Now, I just had to get up the balls to talk to Ev. Which I was really nervous about for some fucking reason.
Maybe I’d wait until the place was officially ours.
Yeah…
CHAPTER FIVE
Evan
“Do you ever wonder about your dad?” Chry asked out of nowhere. “You thought about trying to find out who he is?”
We were in bed, both of us staring up at the ceiling as we tried to catch our breaths. We’d just come so hard that I was worried one of us might actually pass out.
Since I’d been released from isolation, there had been quite a few times when Chry seemed like he didn’t want me to leave. To put it bluntly, he’d been very clingy in those moments. He would hold onto me and fuck me like he didn’t want to let me go. As stupid as it probably was, I held on for those times, while also reminding myself not to look too deeply into them.
While I loved the times when he’d wanted me close, the opposite mood swing was just as wide. He’d completely shut me out. I knew him well enough by now that all it took was one look at his face to know if I should touch him or leave him alone. Lately, there hadn’t been much in between those two moods. I’d done my best to roll with it.
I was currently sucked into one of those clingy moments. It probably didn’t help that I’d gone on the overnight run to South Carolina while he had to stay here. I’d barely gotten the van parked when he jumped on me.
“Huh?” I rolled over onto my side, giving him a look that was just as confused as my tone. “Where did that come from?”
“I was just thinking…” He took in a deep breath, eyes still focused on the ceiling. “I guess I never really gave it much thought before. I get that your mom’s been a single mom and that you don’t got a clue about your dad, but I never really thought about it more than that. With all the secrets that got spilled when Sparrow came back and, you know, me finding out Mouse isn’t my biological father, maybe I’m just seeing it in a new light.”
“Do you want to know more about your father?” I asked tentatively. From what I gathered, his father had not a been a good man. I got the impression that Ingram had been naïve and sheltered, and groomed by the cult she was raised in.
His head flopped to the side. Now he was the one looking confused.
“No! Fuck that asshole. I’m glad he’s dead.” Yeah, we weren’t supposed to talk about that part, but I did know that Chry’s Uncle Ky had killed him many years ago. “I wouldn’t trade Mouse for the fuckin’ world. He’s been good to me. I never felt like Iwasn’this son. And that’s all that matters to me.”
“Okay,” I said, still trying to figure out where this was going.
“I just see things differently now, I guess,” he said with a little awkward shrug. “Like I get that there is this part of you that is unknown, and all you have is that it came fromsomewhere. I just wondered if you were ever curious about it.”
Chry didn’t get deep like this a lot. Most of the time he was fun. Charming and cute. Playful and aloof. It wasn’t to say that he couldn’t be deep, but usually, he didn’t want to think about things beyond surface level because that would open him up to being vulnerable. And Chry didn’t like to be vulnerable. He didn’t want to give people the chance to hurt him. But, on rare occasions, he opened up to me. And if it wasn’t something he could talk to me about, he would go to Cat. I liked that he had her too. She was really the best friend anyone could have.
“I’ve thought about it a few times, but never enough to want to search for him,” I said. “Mom really… uh, got around, from the way she talks about it, so I don’t even think she has a clue who he might be. He’s probably a biker, though,” I joked. Mom had a type.
