Keeping What's His(19)
He hadn’t asked Lisa to be there that day. He hadn’t been aware she was in the courtroom until the hearing was over and she had come up to him.
His hands went to each side of Sutton’s hips, spreading out flat on the bed and pinning her in place.
“Go away, Tate. Just go away! God knows it won’t change a damn thing.”
“One thing you never learned about me is I’m stubborn as shit. I’m not going to leave until you tell me.”
Sutton’s shoulders slumped. “I never cheated on you with Cash.”
“You went out with him, told him I broke up with you.”
“I did,” she acknowledged her deception. “You’re not going to leave, are you?”
“No.”
She sighed dejectedly. “I didn’t think so.” Sutton fell back on the mattress, her arm covering her eyes. She remained silent so long he thought she might have fallen asleep.
Her voice when she began talking was so matter-of-fact it was like she was discussing someone else, not them. It was as if she was distancing herself to get through the explanation so he would leave her in peace.
“My dad told me after you were arrested that he would make sure you went to jail and lose custody of your brothers and sister if I didn’t break up with you.”
Tate remembered the day he had called her and her father had answered the phone. He moved to sit down on the bed next to Sutton as she continued to tell him what had happened.
“I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want you losing your temper with my father if you knew he was trying to break us up, so I called Cash and asked him out. I knew, when you found out, it would be over between us.”
“You fucked him to keep me from going to jail?” The harshness in his voice made him wince. He felt like the ass she was calling him all the time.
He saw tears sliding down from under the arm she had pressed to her eyes.
“I didn’t sleep with him. I know it seemed like I did, but I didn’t. I looked like hell because my dad and I got in a fight when Cash showed up to pick me up the night before, and I fell down the steps. Cash caught me and took me to the emergency room. I spent the night there. When I got out, Cash drove me to school because I didn’t want to go home.”
Tate remembered how stiffly she had moved, thinking it had been because she had spent the night losing her virginity to Cash. Instead, she had been injured while trying to protect him and his family.
He bent over, burying his face in his hands. “Jesus, all you had to do was tell me, Sutton. I would have fixed it.”
She gave a bitter laugh. “How exactly would you have fixed it? You would have just ended up in more trouble, so I let you believe it and went to prom with Cash. I even watched you drive away from the prom after only being there for an hour with Lisa. I left town as soon as I had that diploma in my hand.”
“You came back, though.”
“I knew my father would keep the agreement and drop the charges. I was hoping we could be together again, that you would see you would lose your family if you didn’t quit growing weed. Then Lisa came out with you and kissed you. You want to have a good laugh? You still want payback? I’m going to give it to you. I still was going to talk to you and tell you the truth. I was getting out of the car when you went into the diner. I was going to talk to you then, but Lisa had waited for me outside the door, and she stopped me.”
“She must have seen you. She told me to go on inside, that she needed to make a call. What did she say to stop you?”
“That I should leave, that you two were together, that you were going to get married.”
“And you believed her? You had only been gone a couple of months. You should have known I wouldn’t have married her so quickly after breaking up with you.”
“I thought so, too, until she told me she was pregnant. I knew you would marry her if she was pregnant. She begged me not to interfere, saying the baby needed a father.”
“I’m going to kill that fucking bitch. If she was pregnant, it wasn’t my kid. I used a rubber every time I fucked her,” Tate said hoarsely. He had only been with Lisa prom night and the night after she had shown up at the courtroom.
“I stayed in the same hotel you stayed with her that night. Treepoint only had the one hotel, and I was never any good with driving at night. As soon as the sun came out, I left, and you were still inside with her.”
“That was the last night I spent with her. I told her the next morning that I didn’t want to see her again. She was talking about moving in with me and the others.”
“Are you sure she wasn’t pregnant?” Sutton asked, dropping her gaze to her own abdomen.
“If she was pregnant, it wasn’t mine,” he stated again with certainty. He sure as fuck was going to have a talk with the lying whore as soon as he could step out in daylight again.
“Will you leave now? I’m tired.”
“I’ll leave, but we aren’t done talking. We have a few things that need to be settled.”
“We have nothing left to talk about. It won’t change anything and will only dredge up memories that are better left buried.”
“Secrets have a way of being dug up when we least expect them to be. I don’t fucking appreciate the way you didn’t have any faith in me. You didn’t even give me a chance.”
“I gave you a chance; you just didn’t want it. You let me walk away from you. You didn’t even fight for me. You nearly beat Mike Rodes to death for stealing your coon dog. I didn’t mean as much to you as a damn dog.”
“The dog was mine. I don’t give up anything that’s mine. I hadn’t made you mine yet. That was my biggest mistake. I knew you were innocent, and I didn’t want to push you. I shouldn’t have cared that you were a virgin and just been the asshole everyone thinks I am. I won’t make that mistake ever again.”
Sutton’s eyes widened as she lifted herself into a sitting position. “What does that mean?”
“I’m not a nice guy. Everyone in town will tell you I’m a mean son of a bitch. I should have claimed you when you were seventeen. I fucked up. I won’t do that again. I’m giving you fair warning, Sutton: you’re mine.”
“You can’t just claim me,” she sputtered angrily.
“Watch me.” He stared down at her confidently, his eyes settling on her breasts, seeing the erratic pulse beating at the base of her throat.
“You come near me, and I’ll shoot you.”
Tate walked to the door. “You can try.”
“I will,” she threatened.
“You’re mine. You can believe that,” he stressed before turning on his heel to face her again. “You want me to prove it to you now? The only reason I’m leaving is because I don’t want our first time together to be when you’re drunk, but if you’re sober …”
She hastily shook her head. “I’m drunk.”
He stared at her doubtfully. “You don’t seem drunk anymore.”
“I am!”
His lips quirked in a smile. She was the only one besides his family who could actually make him laugh.
“I’ll see you in the morning, then. Night, Sutton.”
“Go to Hell!”
“If I go, you’re going with me. I’m not letting you go. My daddy would roll over in his grave if I let you get away from me twice.”
“Your daddy was crazy.”
“Yes, he was, and he taught me everything he knew about growing pot and women.”
“I wish your mother could hear you. She would beat you over the head with her cast-iron skillet.”
Tate gave her a predatory look. “I wish she was alive, too. She would tell you something, too.”
“What?” she snapped.
“That you don’t stand a chance.”
Chapter 14
A loud knocking at the front door woke her from the alcohol-induced sleep she had fallen into after Tate had finally left her bedroom last night. Hastily pulling on her robe, she opened her bedroom door and was startled when she saw Tate standing in his bedroom doorway. He placed a finger against his lips, silently telling her to be quiet.
“I have to see who it is,” Sutton whispered.
Once he nodded, she padded barefoot to the window beside the door, peeking out. She saw a large figure that she didn’t need to see his uniform to recognize. She turned back to Tate who was staring at her from the hallway.
“Knox,” she silently mouthed.
At his nod, she opened the door, motioning the sheriff in before closing it behind him.
“Morning,” she greeted him, though his attention was on Tate as he came farther in the room.
“Did you leave the house last night?” he asked Tate without returning her greeting.
“No.”
The sheriff turned his attention to her. “Were you here with him all night?”
“No. I went out for drinks with Cheryl. Why?”
“Helen Stevens was shot and killed last night. She was found in her car that was parked in the carport. One of her neighbors heard a shot then found her. It was around eight-thirty. Were you here at that time?”
“No, I was still at King’s. I didn’t get home until after twelve. Why do you think Tate could have done it?”
“The state police think Tate was trying to rob her or take her car. They think he accidently shot her when she put up a fight.”