Page 43 of Wicked Truths

“Me too.” I whisper before getting out of his truck.

My heart clenches with pain as I feel the old wounds breaking all over again. Too much has happened, that much is clear. Maybe there’s no repairing what we once had.

Maybe he isn’t supposed to be in my future.

I quickly grab my groceries from the backseat and head toward the building before my tears can fall, resisting the urge to turn around and give him one last look.

It will be easier this way. A clean break before I can heal and move on.

But as I walk through the main doors to the apartment building, I know it won’t be that easy. It wasn’t easy two years ago, and it won’t be easy now.

My lips are still tingling from my kiss with Rhett.

What the hell was that about?

He says he has to go but then kisses me?

I walk through the lobby as I head toward the main elevator. Everywhere I look, I’m reminded of Rhett.

This was his apartment building first. His team. His town. I’m just an outsider.

My stomach growls, echoing off the bright white marble flooring. Maybe I can find a Chinese restaurant to deliver dinner.

While I wait for the elevator to come down, I search on my phone for the closest Chinese restaurant. Two-tenths of a mile. Even if they won’t deliver, I can walk to pick up food.

A couple of the veteran players walk into the lobby. Spencer Reed glances my way and gives a head nod before turning back to one of his fellow players, my brother, Joey.

I give him a friendly smile before turning back toward the elevator. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

First, Rhett said he has somewhere to go. Then, my brother and another player comes downstairs.

Are they all going out to the club and Rhett didn’t want to tell me? I would have understood if he already had plans with the guys.

Spencer tries to whisper, but his whisper might as well be spoken in a normal tone. “Are we still going to be expected at morning skate after doing the job at the shipyard?”

I perk up a little at the mention of the shipyard.

Is the entire team involved with the shipping business?Would Dad really mix his businesses and bring the players in?

Is this related to the club in any way?

Joey whispers something before shaking his head and saying, “We need to get there now. Montgomery is already waiting outside. We can take two cars.”

A wild and crazy thought floods my mind. I should follow them down to the shipyard and confront all of them.

Of course, I’d have to wait for them to leave before following them down there or else they’d make me stay home. I run up the stairs and dart inside my apartment to put up my groceries.

The shipyard is only a five-minute drive, so I know I can walk the mile and a half in no time.

I put up the refrigerated groceries and leave the rest on my counter before darting back out into the hallway. I lock my door and sprint back down the stairs.

When I get outside, Rhett’s car is long gone.

“Shit. I need to hurry.”

Someone clears their throat behind me. Turning around, I see Chase Williams leaning against the side of the building puffing on a cigarette. “Do you need a ride somewhere?”

A ride would get me there quicker, but I can’t let him know what I’m up to.

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