Page 83 of Combust (Everyday Heroes 2)
“Ah, man,” he says and grabs one last handful of M&M’s that he knows his mom isn’t going to let him have.
“None of that,” I say as I ruffle the top of his hair. “Finish your beer and go grab your stuff. I’m gonna talk to your mom.”
He says a garbled okay around the M&M’s he’s chewing while he hugs Petunia and takes off for the house.
“How was Boys’ Club?” Shelby asks as she walks up, hand shielding her eyes from the sun.
“It was good. But, Shelb, toot? You’ve gotta let a boy say fart or he’s going to get made fun of at school.”
She starts laughing, and it’s such a good sound to hear after so much sadness. “This is what you’re teaching him?”
“What happens in Boys’ Club, stays in Boys’ Club.” I wink. “Did you have a good time?”
“Yeah. It was nice to relax and feel girly for a bit. They tried to talk me into going out with them next weekend, but I’m not ready for that yet.” Her voice falls.
“You should. You deserve some non-mommy time out with your friends. Drew wouldn’t want you to be lonely forever.” The words pain me to say. It’s as if saying them aloud means he’s really never coming back. But she needs to hear it. She needs to believe it, even if the blanch in her expression when she does mirrors how I feel inside.
“Grady . . .” Her eyes meet mine, and the look in them fucking kills me. “Hey, sweetie. You have fun? You ready to go?” Her face transforms into a mask of happiness the minute Brody comes jogging our way.
“Yeah. It was rad. We talked about playing darts and . . .,” His words drift off when Shelby’s eyes widen. “Never mind.” He looks at me and tries to wink but both eyes close instead. “Just man stuff, mom. No big deal.”
“Man stuff,” I repeat and stifle a laugh.
“Thanks again,” Shelby says, and her eyes light up with humor.
“Any time.” I watch them climb in her car and stare after them while they drive off.
“You going to tell me what the hell’s going on?” Grayson asks as he walks up beside me and hands me a fresh beer.
“What do you mean?”
“Ha. Nice try, baby bro, but you don’t have Brody here anymore to protect you from me asking where the heck Dylan is. Did you scare her off already?”
Maybe.
I think back to last night. To the hurt in her eyes when she walked in the back door. To the shock that made her jaw go slack when I told her how I really felt. To the wince in her posture when I told her I was using her. And to the taste of her kiss that fucking killed me to walk away from. If I hadn’t, I would have used her again—right there.
“Not sure,” I confess. “I woke up to an empty bed and—”
“An empty bed implies it was occupied.”
“Knock the grin off your face.”
“So was it?”
“Occupied? Yes. But for strictly platonic reasons.”
“Bullshit.” He coughs out the word.
But he’s wrong. My bed has been empty since Jett the fuck face left. Empty so the nightmares returned.
Except for last night it wasn’t.
For some reason, when I came in from working out here, she wasn’t hidden away in her room. No, she was asleep on her side of my bed. Her side? I’ve already given her a side? And I selfishly opted not to wake her because with her next to me, my nightmares wouldn’t come.
That and I wanted her there.
Had she gone in there to wait for me to cool off and accidentally fallen asleep? Was she still upset and needed some company?
