Page 29 of The Lucky Heart (Jamison Valley 3)
My angry tears came back as I wished that statement were true.
Just as I heard the sound of an approaching truck, Silas said, “I’m here,” and disconnected. I wiped away the tears and hurried out the barn door, rushing straight toward the truck.
But before I could escape this horrible night, two arms banded around my stomach and hauled me backward.
“There you are,” Wes said. “Don’t hide from me.”
“Let me go.” I pushed at his arms but they didn’t budge.
“Let her go.” The headlights of Silas’s truck illuminated his tall body coming our way.
“Did you call him?” Wes asked.
“Yes, I called him! I told you I wanted to leave and you wouldn’t let me. Now let go!” I picked up my foot and kicked it backward straight into his shin.
“Fuck!” He released me to clutch his injured leg. “You fucking bitch!”
“Fuck you!” I yelled back.
Silas was on top of Wes in an instant. With one hard shove, he sent Wes flying backward and onto his ass. “You’re a fool, Drummond. You’re really going to throw away the best thing in your life to get high?”
Wes looked up and sneered. “Fuck you. You’re just trying to move in on what’s mine. Don’t think I’ve missed how you look at her.”
What? How did he look at me? My eyes traveled back and forth between them as I tried to make sense of their conversation.
“You’re probably already fucking him. Aren’t you?” Wes asked me.
“What?” I gasped. “What are you talking about?”
He pushed himself up off the ground. “Fucking me wasn’t enough so you had to start in on my friends too?”
Ouch. I didn’t have a sharp comeback for that one. His accusation hurt too much for me to keep my wit. “Wes,” I whispered, “how could you say that?”
“Whatever, Lissy. Go ahead. Leave with him. A couple of the girls by the fire were eyeing me earlier. I’ll just get what I need from one of them instead.”
Silas’s fist flew like a hammer, plowing into Wes’s jaw and knocking him out cold.
I just stood there, frozen, staring at Wes’s motionless body until Silas stepped into my line of sight.
“You okay?” he asked.
I shook my head before letting it fall against his chest. His big arms wrapped me up tight and I clutched the sides of his white T-shirt, stunned and speechless at what had just happened.
When I found the right thing to say, I pushed away from Silas and glared at the still knocked-out Wes. “We’re over.” He couldn’t hear me, but I had to say it. He’d just thrown four years together into the trash.
“Come on.” Silas grabbed my hand and pulled me to his truck, helping me inside before jogging around to the driver’s seat and climbing up. With o
ne hand on the steering wheel and the other holding mine, he drove me off the farm.
“Do you want to go home?” he asked as we got close to Prescott.
“No. Take me anywhere but home.”
It was only eleven o’clock and Mom thought I was spending the night at Andrea’s again. I’d give her a couple more hours to fall into a deep sleep, then sneak in through my bedroom window.
Silas drove through town and into the countryside. In the distance, moonlight limned the wooden archway that marked the entrance to his ranch.
“Come on,” Silas said after he’d parked.
