Page 89 of Hold Back
Red went still, clearly understanding this wasn't just about Tony. Or even his parents. This was about the two of them. Because Red had promised forever, but now the situation was different.
Kit turned to look at him. "You're leaving too, aren't you?"
Red hesitated.
Only for a second.
And that was enough.
“I think I want to go home,” Kit said, his voice so calm, even as he died inside. “Please can you arrange it. I’m going for a walk.”
Kit stood and walked away, leaving Red sitting there.
His Daddy didn’t come after him. Kit noticed that.
He crunched through the snow, his head down, one foot in front of the other, barely paying attention to where he was going.
“At least you have clothes on now.”
Kit turned to see Lucinda standing behind him. “Uh, sorry, I didn’t hear you.”
“You’re not very good at running away.”
“Are you following me?”
“Yes,” she admitted. “I’m curious to know why you’re out here and not in the cabin with your Daddy.”
Kit flushed a little. He wasn’t used to having a Daddy, if he still did, let alone discussing it with a woman, an older woman at that.
“I’m not in any danger now.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”
She was clearly waiting for an explanation.
“It turns out it was my brother trying to kill me, not a Mexican cartel. Isn’t that wonderful?”
His voice cracked embarrassingly and he had to clamp his jaw shut to stop himself crying.
Lucinda regarded him for a moment before understanding dawned. “I’m so sorry, Kit.”
“You’re probably used to drama like this.”
She shook her head. “My drama normallyisthe Mexican cartel. We don’t usually deal in family betrayal. You must be devastated.”
Kit couldn’t hold back a sob. This stranger was giving him comfort in the middle of a snow-clad forest. He hated it and needed it at the same time.
“What happened to your hands?”
“Psycho bitch kidnapped me and added a little torture in for fun.”
“Mexican cartel?” He was only half-joking.
“My personal assistant.”
Kit stared at her. “Wow, you must have been a real bitch to get that treatment.”
Her smile bordered on wicked, clearly not offended by his tactless comment. She winked at him. “So they say.”
