Page 37 of Wreckage of Me
“Oh, that’s good,” she lets out a sigh of relief. “So good,” she repeats. “And you’re mom’s okay too then?”
I have no idea how I got lucky enough to meet this girl. She’s got such a good heart and she really cares, she’s not just asking to be polite.
There’s a part of me that hates the fact that I may end up ruining her for good. But I can’t help myself. I’m attracted to her in a visceral way, she’s like my drug of choice. A habit I don’t want to recover from.
“Ma’s fine,” I assure her.
I should call her one of these days, I think to myself. She’s not really sure what’s going on with me, and I know for a fact that Wyatt’s been digging, calling all kinds of favors, trying to come up with a way to help me.
I have no idea how long we sit like this, still in the back of her car, with Becca tucked once again against my chest. Unlike earlier, now that we got the sex part out of the way, it feels comforting.
A buzzing noise echoes in the car, making her head pop up from against my shoulder.
“That’s my phone,” she sounds all congested from crying. “I think it’s in my purse.” She peeks over the back of the passenger seat until she spots her purse there. “Do you…”
I watch her as she’s looking at me apprehensively, unsure of what to say next.
“Do you want to come to my house?”
“I was counting on it, babe,” I wink at her. She chuckles softly, her eyes going down to her hands, like she’s shy all of a sudden.
“It’s good to see you,” she mumbles after a few moments of complete silence. The green light from her dashboard casts shadows over her pretty face, and I just can’t take my eyes off her. “I still hate you,” she adds as an after thought.
“Keep it that way, babe,” I grab her by the back of her head and bring her lips close to mine. “You don’t want to feel anything other than that for me. I’m bad for you.”
“So bad,” she agrees.
I am close to bringing her lips over mine, when her phone starts buzzing again. We both sigh in disappointment, then start chuckling lightly at the same time.
“It might be important,” Becca waves apologetically toward the front of the car.
“Let’s get you home. I’ll drive,” I tell her and pop the door open to get into the driver’s seat. “You can check your messages on our way there.”
She opens the door on her side and moves to the front, sinking into the seat with a heavy sigh.
“I can’t wait to sleep,” she mutters quietly when she notices me watching her.
“Buckle in,” I jerk my chin at her, then wait to see her doing what I told her. As soon as I hear the buckle clicking into place, I take off.
“How do you know where I live?” It finally dawns on her that I didn’t ask for directions to her house.
“I looked you up online. You’re scarily easy to find,” I eye her sideways as I merge onto the expressway.
“I got nothing to hide,” she shrugs it off like it’s nothing. In my world though, something like that is a death sentence.
The thought stops me in my tracks, almost making me slam my foot on the breaks.
Inmyworld? I am not part of that world anymore. I am out. I can do whatever I want with whoever I want…
But I did make some enemies while in business. And I can’t afford for them to find me or Becca.
Or Ethan.
Although, Ethan won’t be hard to find. But I trust that Wyatt is smart enough and has plenty of connections to keep my kid safe. I know he would never let anything endanger his family.
“You may not have anything to hide,” I bring my attention back to Becca. “But you should always lock your car. All I had to do was pull on the handle and hop in the back. What if I was a serial killer?”
“Dylan,” she swats playfully at my arm. “We don’t have serial killers here. The hospital is in a safe area. I never wander in a sketchy one. So…”
