Page 62 of I Should Hate You-but I Don't

She moved closer. "See if you can find the names of the eight people."

It was unbelievable that their dad was in prison, waiting to be killed. He loved her and Kenna more than anything and had toldthem on multiple occasions that they were the most important parts of his life. His relationship with Mom was one of fairy tales.

She had a hard time wrapping her head around the idea that he was alive and not dead, that if she could see him and prove that he was still living, she'd fight to get him free. They had to have made a mistake and arrested the wrong man.

She had the money she saved to find Kenna. Now, she could use the money to hire a lawyer for her dad.

Letting Kenna do the work, she hurried to look out the door. Campers headed in her direction.

"People are coming." She waved her hand. "Keep working. I'll take care of them."

A couple with two children came in inquiring about local swimming areas. She used the map and pointed out the trails leading them to the river.

"There's a spot that has been cleared of big rocks and pea gravel has been put down. There's a small dam that's safer for children. You don't have to worry about the current." She handed over the map. "There are also children's life vests on site you can borrow. We just ask that you return them so other campers can use them when you're done."

As the family left, Zane walked into the cabin. She stiffened, unable to warn Kenna. Protective of her sister, she stood taller and blocked the walkway off at the end of the counter, giving Kenna enough time to close out any windows she had open—not that it would do much. If Zane wanted to know what they were doing, it was easy enough to find out.

She raised her chin. Besides, he'd brought all of this into their lives. She had a right to know what was going on.

"Is Kenna now on the payroll?" He looked over her shoulder at Kenna.

"She deserves much more than money for the last nine years." She looked away, surprised at the snappish tone of her voice.

Zane hurt her. He'd done something she never thought he'd do. He was supposed to be the one person in her life who never hurt or left her.

As far as she was concerned, she and Kenna were the only ones who weren't guilty of doing anything.

"I need to talk to you." He stepped back. "Outside."

"I'm working."

His gaze challenged her. "There's nobody here."

Walking past him, making sure her body touched no part of him, she went outside. She folded her arms and waited.

"I'll be gone today." He tilted his head. "If you need anything, Kingsley's around."

So, he was leaving when her life was falling apart?

"Fine." She refused to show him how much his lack of caring was like trickling gas into an open wound. "Go."

"Sweetheart." His mouth tightened, and he looked away. "We need to sit down and talk. I gave you a few days to work through the information I gave you."

"Right." The muscles in her neck tightened. "My dad's alive. For nine years, I've grieved for my family, and he was alive the whole time. Who does that to someone?" She clenched her teeth. "I don't need you anymore."

"The hell you don't," he muttered.

"Just go." She unfolded her arms and turned to go back into the cabin, and he grabbed her wrist, stopping her.

"I'm going to see my dad." He brought her hand closer and held it against his heart as if nothing had changed. "I'm going to tell him it's over. He'll tell your dad that you and Kenna know he's alive."

The stiffness in her spine left like the wind changing direction. "You can get a message to my dad? Can you tell him we want to see him? To talk to him?"

"Hold on." He cupped her face.

She pressed her cheek against the warm roughness of his hand. How quickly hope filled her like all the other times Zane had come into her life and fixed all her problems.

"Before Kenna even came here and before you knew the truth, I put a request in with the prison to see your dad. I'm still waiting for him to accept—"

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