Page 7 of The Lucky Heart (Jamison Valley 3)
Okay. She’s not a fan either. Great.
“Where’s Coby?” Gigi asked her.
Maisy looked over her shoulder and I followed her gaze. When my eyes landed on Silas carrying a brunette toddler with dark-brown eyes, the smile vanished from my lips. When Silas slid an arm around Maisy’s shoulders and pulled her into his side for a quick hug, I bit my lower lip to keep my mouth from falling open.
Were Silas and Maisy a couple?
They had to be. Why else would he have been visiting her at the motel? And it explained why he was with her tonight, carrying around her child. Why he’d said our night together had been a mistake.
Holy hell. My heart plummeted into my stomach.
After handing Coby over to Gigi, Silas shook Jess’s hand. “How are you guys tonight?” His eyes came to me briefly before he looked back at Jess and they started talking.
I tuned them out and focused all my energy on calming my racing heart. How could he do this to me? To her? He’d had sex with me two days ago.
“Felicity?” Mom asked, touching my elbow.
“What?” I snapped. Shock flashed across her face before she frowned.
I dropped my scowl. “Sorry.”
When I was upset, my first instinct was always to lash out. My default defense mechanism had always been to put up a wall of evil glares and sharp comments, but I didn’t want that to be me anymore. I was better than the habits of my past and the last thing I wanted was to be rude to my mom or my brother’s family and do something that I’d regret.
It was time to walk away.
I couldn’t stand here and pretend that everything was wonderful. I needed some space to come to terms with the fact that Silas Grant was not the man I’d thought he was. And this was not the place for me to deliver the verbal beating that he had coming for cheating on Maisy.
“I need to go,” I told Mom. “Can you just tell them I had a headache and decided to walk back to the motel?”
She studied my face for a moment, then nodded. My heeled boots spun around, carrying me away swiftly as they clipped against the sidewalk. My eyes barely registered my surroundings.
Silas was a cheater? I couldn’t believe it. He always touted his traditional values. He wore them like a badge. He wouldn’t play two women at the same time. Would he?
I had to be reading this situation wrong. Silas had always been the epitome of honorable. Had he changed that much?
Just the idea of him not being my Silas, the good and true man of my dreams, had my stomach churning. By the time I made it back to the motel, I was nauseous and had the headache I’d lied about. Resting on the bed with a cool washcloth pressed to my forehead, I knew one thing for certain.
Felicity’s Journey Home meant going down a long, hard road.
“Why are you calling me, Tyson?” I asked through gritted teeth.
“Hello to you too, love. I just wanted to see how you were doing.”
“Don’t call me ‘love.’ Don’t call me period. I told you that weeks ago.”
“Come on, Felicity. Don’t be like that. We just had a stupid fight. Isn’t it time you forgave me and we worked this out?”
I pinched the bridge of my nose and closed my eyes. This man was denser than mercury.
“We will never work it out,” I said. “You fucked your assistant while we were dating. Repeatedly. And then when I found out, you had the audacity to suggest that we invite her over for a threesome.”
“I was just trying to get you to be a little more adventuresome in bed. And I only had sex with her because you were being a bitch and—”
“Yuck.” I hung up before I had to listen to another pitiful excuse. These calls were his way of blaming me for our breakup and repairing his ego. Eventually he’d get bored and stop calling, probably when he found a new woman to pursue. Whoever she was, I felt sorry for her. Tyson had undeniable charm but no moral fiber. It had taken me the better part of six months to see through his pretty façade.
Now the thought of his face made my stomach roll. The six hundred and fifty miles between him in Seattle and me in Prescott didn’t feel like enough.
It had been four days since Halloween and I had survived my first week back in Montana. It hadn’t been easy. I had spent a considerable amount of time dwelling on all things Silas and rethinking the past. It was harder than I had expected, being home. Difficult memories kept slapping me in the face and the guilt of past mistakes followed me around like a shadow.
