“Oh! Right, moving along. Y’all have a nice day.” Glancing to the blonde, she smiled and winked. Lifting her hand, she waved.
“Hope to see you around, Tom.”
I stopped and said, “Oh my name isn’t Tom.” Then it hit me. Peeping Tom. I laughed, gave her a quick wave, and got the hell out of there.
Walking into the house, I let out a frustrated moan as I sat down on the sofa. Scrubbing my hands down my face, I fell back against the cushions. My heart was pounding as my mind tried to erase the image of Ryn and Dodge together. Attempting to control my breathing, I looked up and saw a vase sitting on the credenza. Quickly standing, I headed across the room and picked up the vase. This was my fault. I pushed Ryn into Dodge’s arms. Turning, I threw the vase against the wall and yelled out, “Fuck!”
My cell started ringing the moment the vase crashed against the wall. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled it out to see it was Liberty. I was not in the mood to deal with Liberty right now. Rolling my eyes, I sent her to voicemail.
Walking into the kitchen, I pulled open the refrigerator. “Is it too early to drink?” I mumbled under my breath.
I grabbed a bottled-water and shut the door. There were a few things left over from Lark and Azurdee’s wedding, but no real food. I made a note to hit the grocery store later today when my stomach growled.
My phone beeped, alerting me to a voice mail. I swiped my phone to open it and stared at the message. I hit Play and listened to Liberty beg me to call her back. Hitting delete, I headed upstairs to change.
After taking a shower, I changed into a pair of Wrangler Jeans, my favorite boots, a Dallas Cowboys T-shirt, and Dallas baseball cap. Reaching for my truck keys, I headed out the door. The salty air hit me and I couldn’t help but take a deep breath. Shutting the door, I hit Liberty’s number. I hadn’t wanted to deal with Liberty during this trip, but it looked like I needed to. If I didn’t, she’d be calling me every day.
“Tristan, darling. I’ve been worried,” Liberty whispered from the other end of the phone.
“Why?” I asked as I pulled out of the garage and headed into town.
Letting out a nervous giggle, Liberty said, “I don’t know. I didn’t hear from you last night or this morning and I just got worried. I love hearing your voice.”
Sitting at a red light, I closed my eyes briefly then snapped them back open. Every time they closed I saw Dodge . . . fucking Ryn.
“Liberty, I didn’t want to have to do this over the phone, but since I’m not planning on coming back for two more weeks—”
“Two weeks?” Liberty shrieked.