dropping off a ton of applications.”
His eyes narrowed. “What about your kids?
You’re just gonna leave ‘em?”
I frowned at him for a minute
before I realized he didn’t know. “Oh! I assumed Matty would have
told you…sorry!” I offered him a small smile before explaining.
“Will, my ex, and I have joint custody and we agreed that it was
unfair to have the kids get uprooted. So, the kids live at the
house all the time, and Will and I alternate. We tried doing the
every other week thing, but it was just too much for everyone. Now
the first two weeks of every month belong to him, and the last two
weeks belong to me. If there is a five week month, I keep the kids
an extra few days, and then he moves in a couple days early.
Divorce sucks, but we want the kids to have as much stability as
they can. They shouldn’t be punished because Mommy and Daddy can’t
live together anymore.”
“ That’s…” he paused, glancing back
at the bar before meeting my gaze, “that’s a really great thing to
do for your kids. Most parents only worry about themselves aftah a
divorce.”
I nodded, knowing exactly what he was talking
about. “The only thing Will and I ever did right was those kids,
and we’re both pretty determined to make sure they don’t get hurt.
I’ve seen how hard it is for Sammy when he has to go home after
spending the weekend with Matty. I couldn’t imagine doing that to
my babies.”
Silence filled the cabin again as
Rocker seemed to lose himself in deep thought, but never took his
eyes off me. The steady stare made me nervous, and I turned to look
out my side window, watching people leave the building. Last call
was getting close, and I needed to go inside and find my friends,
but I couldn’t bring myself to open the door. I felt like there was
more to say.
Rocker cleared his throat, feeling the tension
in the air. “Come home with me.”
I jerked in surprise, hoping the
gasp I’d let escape wasn’t as loud as it sounded in my head. I
looked over my shoulder at him, sure my eyes were huge. “I’m sorry,
but I think I missed a step. I…uh, I’m not...” a slut. Someone that
would sleep with my ex’s best friend. Jesus, I know I hadn’t met
Matty’s friends under the best circumstances, and that most of them
thought I was a whore because I was still married at the time, but,
wow. These guys had a really shitty opinion of me.
“You didn’t,” Rocker interrupted
my thoughts, and I’m not sure if he realized where my mind had
gone. He tipped his head and looked at me. “The boys and I are
drivin’ home tonight. You can come with us. By the time you find
your friends and go get food, it’ll be time to catch the
Downeastah. It’s stupid to pay for a train when I’m drivin’
back.”
I slowly released the breath I’d
been holding, feeling like an idiot, but relieved at his
explanation. I thought about his offer for a few minutes, not sure
it was a good idea. Matty’s little sister had offered to let me
stay with her until I found my own place, but she wasn’t planning
on me arriving until the morning. I shook my head. “I’m not sure
I’ll be able to get Cris to meet me then… it’ll be early tomorrow
morning by the time we get down there. And, I don’t have any of my
stuff.”
I could just make out the frown on
his face in the parking lot lights. “Ya know that I have tons of
room, right? You can crash there for the night. We’ll stop and get
your shit on the way.” He seemed to sense my hesitation. “Joey,
Cris knows where I live. She can come get you there—aftah you’ve
had a decent night’s sleep.” He shut off the truck. “Go say goodbye
to your friends while I grab mine.”
He slammed the door behind him as
he got out. Apparently the discussion was over and the decision had
been made. It would be more convenient for me than riding down on
the Amtrak tomorrow. I just didn’t know how I was going to survive
a three-hour ride with Matty’s friends.