Page 84 of Breaking Matt
"How sure are you?" I could hear the subdued thinking in my father's voice.
"There is no way to be sure," Matthew's voice sounded calm but tired.
What was he doing that was making him so tired? My mind was already racing forward with images of him and another girl, embracing and kissing. I tilted my head up to the ceiling to ride the anguish that washed over me, leaving me shaken and in more pain than before.
Stop it, I admonished myself.Being tired doesn't necessarily mean he has found someone else.Being overly emotional about Matthew was throwing my logic right out the window.
"Is it a risk you're willing to take?" My father's voice held its usual seriousness.
I frowned. I didn't like the sound of that one bit. What risk was Matthew taking?
I didn't hear Matthew respond. "Have you set up the meeting?" my father asked.
"Yes. It's tomorrow."
None of what they were saying made any sense. Who was Matthew meeting?
"Where?"
I leaned closer, feeling the information would be important. He rattled off an address. I repeated it in my mind a few times to ensure I didn't forget it. I didn't recognize the address so I would have to go onto the web and check where it was.
"It's going to be very dangerous," my father warned him. I felt the hairs on my arms stand up. A foreboding feeling stirred in my stomach.
"It's the only way." He sounded determined and I knew no one would dissuade him from what he set his mind to.
When I heard footsteps coming toward the door, I darted down the passage and slipped back into the kitchen. I put a hand to my pounding heart. Whatever Matthew was planning sounded dangerous.
I heard voices outside the kitchen. It was Matthew and Mark.
"I don't think it's a good idea," Mark said in a grave voice.
"I have to. It's the only way. If this goes the way I suspect I can have this whole situation resolved in a matter of days."
"It's a big gamble." Mark had always been the voice of reason.
I didn't like the sound of that at all.
"It has to be done." There was that determination I'd heard earlier. No matter what anyone said they would not be able to change his mind.
"What time?" Mark asked.
"Eleven tomorrow morning."
I wanted to stop him but I was fixed to the spot. The sound of the front door opening and then closing made me slump against the wall.
Mark strolled into the kitchen and I straightened up, trying to pretend I hadn't just been listening to them.
"You know it's rude to eavesdrop," Mark said, shaking his head at my visible attempt to regain my composure.
"What's he going to do?" I had asked the question I wasn't sure I was ready to hear the answer to.
He rubbed his chin as he watched me thoughtfully.
"If it has to do with me then I have a right to know what he is planning." I put my hands on my hips. From what I'd heard he was putting himself into a dangerous situation and I needed to know the details. My imagination was already leaps ahead with possibilities.
I'd nearly lost him once. I couldn't go through that again.
"The less you know the better," Mark decided.
