As the seconds ticked by, I became more and more nervous.
“I really am sorry for the way I’ve treated you,” he said in a low tone. The kids were so consumed with their sugary treats that they were completely oblivious to anything else. “I am grateful for what you did for my family. I know you didn’t have to.” He lifted his eyes to meet mine.
His stare always did things to my senses. I tried to swallow past the dryness in my throat.
“You didn’t have to put your life on hold to take care of them,” he said.
“I wanted to.” I shrugged and looked back at Matthew and Zoey. “Nothing I did while you were in the hospital, or even after you got out, was because I felt sorry for any of you. It wasn’t charity. It was because I care.”
Too many emotions were hitting me all at once, and I needed some space. “I need to go check on my tables,” I said in a rush and didn’t stick around long enough to wait for his reply.
Chapter Eight
Jude
I showed up for work three days ago only to be turned away. Jett was up to something, and it was pissing me off that he wouldn’t share what was going on. But that wasn’t the only weird thing happening. For two days I’d seen contractors walking around the apartment building, and when I asked what they were doing, they said the property had been purchased by new owners and they would be remodeling and renovating.
On day three when I was just about to flip my shit, I looked out my front door to find Easton standing next to two men, pointing up and waving his hands.
I threw the door open and marched across the front lawn, not caring that I was only wearing a pair of sweats.
“What the fuck is going on, Easton?” I barked. I was done with everyone’s elusive behavior, and I wanted some damn answers.
“Well, good morning to you too, sunshine,” he said with a smile, and if I knew it wouldn’t come back to bite me in the ass, I would have wiped that fucking grin off his face. Instead, I arched a brow and waited for him to explain. “Well, I just bought this place, and now—”
“You what?” I snapped as I took another step toward him.
“You heard me.”
“Un-fucking-believable.” I ran my hand through my hair in irritation and turned around to walk back toward my apartment. I was two seconds from igniting, and I had to stop myself before I did something I could never take back. Inside, I slammed my front door and hung my head.
“What the hell, Jude? My head is killing me,” Katelynn groaned from the bed in the center of my living room. She looked so tired. Today would be a bad day because we were going to visit her doctor. Each time we went, her prognosis only became harder to absorb. You could be told that someone only had so much time left. You could hear it a million times, but nothing would ever prepare you for the day it actually happens. I knew that day was coming, and I also knew it would destroy me and the kids.
I walked straight over to her and wrapped my arms around her. “I’m sorry, Kate,” I whispered, and she patted my arm. “I’m gonna finish getting ready, then we’ll head out.”
After I was dressed and the kids were ready, I took them next door to Mrs. Reames. Easton was still there when I wheeled Katelynn outside and started to load her in the car. He folded the wheelchair and placed it in the trunk before walking around to meet me at the driver’s door.
“I’m not sorry I bought this place. And I’m not going to apologize for wanting to make it livable. I also won’t apologize for adding on to the unit on the opposite end and making it twice its size.” When I glared at him, he didn’t even flinch.
“And when I hand you the keys to that unit, I won’t apologize then, either. So you can fight me on it, bitch and moan like it’s gonna make a difference, but it ain’t gonna mean shit. I do what I want, when I fucking want, because I want to. Not for any other reason.
Douglas E. Schoen, Melik Kaylan