I wanted to throw Grant in his face, but I bit down on my tongue. He had a lot of nerve disparaging Ike like that. I’d had a ‘good’ man in my life. I’d had what I wanted right there underneath the roof of our home, and he tossed him out like he meant nothing. And for what? He thought Grant and I were somehow fooling around behind his back. So to try and control me, he threw Grant out. If he wanted to talk about someone trying to control me, he should look in a goddamn mirror.
I wouldn’t let myself go off at him. His actions left much to be desired, but he was still my father. That and the fact that he was now living alone since my mother’s passing made me feel for him more than ever.
“I think I need to use the restroom,” I said.
I pushed my way into the bathroom and took out my phone. I went and sat down in a stall and furiously typed a text to Jane.
Grant’s back. He’s at my brother’s. I just found out.
I sent the text off and waited for her response.
Perfect timing. Dump Ike, jump Grant.
I sighed as I shook my head at the text.
I’m not dumping my boyfriend of eight years for a guy who’s forgotten about me.
I jammed my finger into the “send” button as I stood. Then, my phone vibrated in my hand.
This is your chance. Don’t waste it.
I rolled my eyes as I shoved out of the stall. I should’ve known what Jane would say. Despite being the one to push me toward Ike in the first damn place, she’d come to dislike him quite a bit over the past couple years. At first, she’d made jokes about his possessive behavior, then she started telling me to leave him.
It wasn’t that I didn’t see what she, or my father for that matter, saw. I just knew Ike better than they did. I knew how he could be when we were alone together. And I was supposed to throw what we had away for a chance at a guy I had no shot with?
She was a terrible influence. But I loved her all the same.
I placed my phone back into my pocket and felt my body relax. I splashed some water on my face before reapplying the little bit of makeup I’d managed to put on, then I rolled my shoulders back.
I still had two hours of this banquet I needed to stick out.
And I needed to do it with poise.
CHAPTER 4
GRANT
“What the fuck?”
“Surprise,” I said.
“What the fuck!”
“Is that all you can say?” I asked.
“Get the hell in here,” Hollis said.
He pulled me into his house, his eyes bugging and filled with shock. He threw his arms around me and clapped my back, and I did the same. I’d missed my best friend. I’d missed talking with him over the years. The last time I’d been by was for Laura’s funeral. I’d stayed long enough to say goodbye to Laura, hugged Hollis while he broke down, then left.
Without even saying hello to anyone else.
It hurt to be back in this place. Glen had done way more damage than even I was willing to admit. My father kicked me out because he didn’t have a spine, but Glen kicked me out because he didn’t trust me. After everything I did to try and prove myself, he still thought I’d take advantage of his daughter.
It had pissed me off, and I harbored that anger for a very long time.
“I haven’t seen your ass since the funeral,” Hollis said.
“This isn’t an area I choose to frequent,” I said.