Bryony ran after them. “I some hungwy,” she called out.
Riley’s mother stopped and bent down to pick her up. “I’ll bet you are,” she replied.
Then they all left the room, and I got up and began to straighten where I had been sleeping.
“You going home?” Riley asked.
I turned to see her in the cut-off sweats she’d been wearing last night and a tank top. Her hair was messy from sleep, but she seemed unconcerned about that. I liked that about her.
“Yeah. I got to shower and change before school. I’m already going to miss morning workout. Don’t care, but my father will.”
That was a confrontation I was dreading. Looking at him was going to infuriate me. I couldn’t just tell him what I knew. I had to decide how to tell my mom first. This was going to rock her world as much as he had mine. No, it would rock it more. Because he was her other half, the man she’d trusted for twenty years.
“Are you going to tell your mom?”
Eventually. “Not yet. I need to think this through. She is delicate.”
Riley gave me a sad smile. “Just because she cooks your meals and takes care of the home doesn’t make her weak. She’s raised you, brought a girl into her home who faced a tragedy I can’t begin to comprehend, and was a mother to her. She’s tough. Give her that credit.”
She was loving. But did that make her strong?
“I still need some time.”
Riley nodded. “Okay. I’m here if you need me.”
I wanted to hug her. Kissing wasn’t real big on my list right now. My father had ruined that image for me. But having Riley in my arms sounded good.
With her mother, grandmother, and daughter in the next room, I decided against it. “Thanks for last night.”
“Anytime.”
I headed for the door and glanced back just before I walked out to see her watching me go. She even woke up beautiful. She wasn’t trying to be fake. She was just her.
“I’ll call you,” I told her.
She just nodded.
Then I headed home.
* * *
My dad’s truck was still in the drive when I pulled in. He was normally gone to work by now. My not being at home when he woke up had delayed that. He’d be inside right now waiting on me. Ready to question me and correct me. Bastard. He had no right to correct anyone.
He could go to hell for all I cared.
Slamming my truck door, all the anger from yesterday boiled to the surface and although I needed to calm down before I walked in that door to face him, I couldn’t. I wanted to yell at him and let him see the hate in my eyes.
He opened the door before I got there, his face a mask of disappointment and fury. As if he had the right to feel either. I’d slept on a friend’s sofa, and I’d be late to school. Neither of those things would destroy anyone. He couldn’t say the same for what he’d done yesterday.
“Where have you been?” he barked at me.
“None of your fucking business,” I replied as I tried to brush past him.
His hand grabbed my arm to stop me, and the strength in his grip wasn’t pleasant. “Who the hell do you think you are? I make the rules in this house. You don’t speak to me that way and you don’t stay out all night.”
I tried to jerk my arm free. Just being near him made me cringe. “Whatever,” I said, snarling at him.
“You smell like beer,” he replied with disbelief on his face. “Are you trying to throw away your future? You got this close and now you’re going to toss it? For what? A girl who lies and sleeps around?”
He hadn’t come looking for me because he had known where I was. Had Riley’s mother called him? Probably. The asshole was throwing accusations at Riley, who had done nothing wrong. How dare he?
With a quick glance to make sure my mother wasn’t standing anywhere near us, I leaned into him. “At least I’m not married and fucking a woman in my office,” I spat and jerked my arm free this time from his grip. His face paled some, and I knew he understood what I was saying.
I stalked past him and toward the stairs just as Maggie was coming down them. She had a questioning look in her eyes, but she said nothing. She was someone else who would be affected by this. Her parents were both dead, thanks to her father, and this family was her only security. Dad had blown her world to shit too.
“We aren’t done talking,” Dad said from the bottom of the stairs.
“Want to fucking bet?” I shot back at him and slammed the door of the bathroom behind me.
He’s a Handsome Thing, Ain’t He?
CHAPTER 29
RILEY
My doorbell rang an hour after Brady left. No one ever came to the door. I was hoping it wasn’t Brady and he had made it to school without getting into a fistfight with his father.