Page 58 of Betraying Him
I can’t let my father continue doing the things he’s doing. I just need to find a way to stop him that will benefit everyone.
FORTY-ONE
HARLEY
One minute.
Five minutes.
An hour.
I don’t know how long I’ve been putting one foot in front of another, but it’s been long enough for my head to clear and my heart to feel like it’s about to explode out of my chest from exhaustion.
I needed to work off that jittery feeling I was getting while being in the house and knowing I had no idea where Savannah was. She snuck out of a goddamn window four days ago, and while the others say they’ve spoken to her and that she’s okay, it didn’t stop me from spiraling. The only thing I could think of to help calm the chaos was to come to the gym.
And yet even though it’s dulled, I can’t stop my brain from going to her, wondering what she’s doing.
I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately, and I’ve come to realize that maybe the feelings I thought were dead and buried years ago never really went away. Maybe they were masked by the hatred and the disgust, but there was still a part of me thatwanted to be around her, that wanted to see her and spend time with her, even if I did go about it in all the wrong ways.
Because I’m a selfish fucking asshole who royally fucked up, and now I can’t even get her to see me, never mind talk to me.
Then again, it’s not like I’vetriedto see her.
I pull the stop button, worried my chest is about to cave in from either anxiety or exhaustion.
Or maybe both.
Everything is just so… well, it’s fucked, basically.
Everything isfucked.
I grab my water and take a drink before squirting some on my face to cool myself down.
I nod to one of the guys on Logan’s team—it still weirds me out that he plays hockey, ateamsport—and head out of the gym.
Sure, Logan is close with us guys, along with Gracie, Lana and Savannah, but other than us, he hates people. He will literally go out of his way to avoid talking to people, so for him to play a sport where he has to work with and converse with people that aren’t us, honestly, makes very little sense to me.
I don’t pay much attention to what’s going around me as I make my way through the building, but as I head down a corridor, a voice I hear from one of the rooms to my left has my entire body coming to a halt.
Is that…?
I get closer and try to hear it again, but I can’t make it out. There’s no window on the door, so it’s not like I can even peek into the room, so I crack the door open a little.
Because my eyes are always automatically drawn to her, I see Savannah first, wearing a short pair of gym shorts and a tank top. Her hair is slicked back on her head, her chest rising and falling as she bounces around the mats placed onthe floor.
Fuck, she’s beautiful.
The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
And then my eyes slide to Logan.
What the fuck are they doing?
He’s wearing gym shorts and nothing but the tattoos covering his skin, making a growl build in my throat.
Couldn’t he have at least put a goddamn shirt on around her?
Neither of them have realized I’m here, so I stand and watch. I watch as they spar with each other. I watch as Savannah uses moves I learned years ago, and it makes me realize thatthisis probably why they’re so close.
