“Then I guess it’s over,” I whisper, my stomach in knots. I don’t know what I’m doing here. I want a child, but the more time I spend with Tommy, the more I know marrying him would be a mistake.
Without another word, Tommy walks out. My emotions are all out of whack. I’m not sure what I feel. I think I should feel panic, but right now all I really feel is what I felt on the days before I accepted Tommy’s proposal.
Alone.
CHAPTER 8
WHITE
“C’mon, Kay. Let me in,” I yell, pounding on the door. It’s been two days since I’ve heard from her. She’s not answering my texts, she’s not returning my calls, and I can’t take the silence any longer.
“Go away,” I hear from the other side of the door, a mumbled reply.
“You either open this door or I break it down.”
“I’m going back to bed, you freak. It’s not even eight in the morning! And it’s Sunday!”
“Kay, I’m warning you!”
Silence.
I should walk away. I know I should. Give her space or whatever the fuck it seems to be she’s wanting. The problem here is that I haven’t gone so much as one day without contact from Kayla in fifteen years. Hell, even at the height of football season and during the big games, we still managed to text or call. Two days may not seem like a lot to some people, but it feels like a fucking lifetime to me. So like an idiot, I don’t walk away. I don’t back off and give her time. I kick her door down. Okay, well I kick it until the cheap little lock she has on the front door gives. As it breaks with just my second kick, I make a mental note to install a deadbolt in her apartment. One I have the key to. Key… Motherfucker!
“Tell me you did not just break my door in!” There’s not much I can do to answer Kay’s accusation. Denying it would be pretty stupid since it’s hanging awkwardly away from the doorframe beside me. Stupid even to a dumbass who broke a door into his best friend’s apartment when he has a motherfucking key on his key ring—a key ring that just happens to be in his damned pocket. “White Hall Lucas! Tell me you did not just break my door!”
I shrug, walking further inside. I try to close the door behind me. There’s nothing for it to latch onto since I broke the lock frame on the door. But it does go together for a second—right before it opens about two inches as if to say, “Hah, motherfucker, you fucked up.”
“Why in the hell did you break my door!?”
“It could be because you haven’t been answering your damned phone, or your texts. Maybe it’s because you knew I was out here and you weren’t letting me in. Maybe it was all three. I warned you!”
“First of all, it’s not even eight in the morning!”
“It is now,” I interject, causing her to give me a look that, if possible, would kill me dead.
“Second of all, White Hall, you have a damn key!”
“Why haven’t you been answering my texts?”
“I didn’t want to.”
“You didn’t want to?”
“That’s what I said.”
“Why the fuck not?”
“Stop cursing me.”
“Then tell me why you didn’t answer your damned phone!”
“I told you! I didn’t want to!”
“That’s not a real reason.”
“It’s the only one I have.”
“Then you better come up with another one real soon, Buttercup.”
“Or what? You’ll break one of my windows? You’re fixing that door, White Hall! I am not calling my landlord to fix your stupidity.”
“Kayla, I’m warning you.”
“White, I’m ignoring you.”
“Tell me now or I’ll paddle that ass red.”
“I’d like to see you try.”
“One.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Two.”
“Two,” she mocks.
“That’s it,” I snap. I’m angry, worried, and in no mood for her childish behavior. It doesn’t help matters that she’s standing there looking defiant and wearing these cute freaking pajamas. The bottoms are black with little milkshakes all over them and the white top has two very strategically placed milkshakes with whip cream and cherries on them with the words “My milkshakes bring all the boys to the yard” written on them. Her hair is all pulled up on top of her head and she doesn’t have a bit of makeup on. She looks adorable and sexy at the same time. She looks like she just crawled out of bed and she definitely looks like I need to throw her back in bed and tame her sassy fucking mouth—and her body.