Page 14 of A Moment for Us
Joshua
My family is falling apart, and I can’t fix them.
I hate that feeling. I’m a fixer. The oldest brother who was always the one they turned to. It’s my job to make things better, but I can’t do it this time.
Stella and Jack are dealing with an impossible situation with their daughter, and all I want to do is make it all better.
This gnawing in my gut has me restless, which leads me to needing to get away from the RV. Somehow, when I got in the car, I drove to Willow Creek, down through the town, past Grayson’s house, Stella’s loft, and down a side road I have no business being on.
In front of a house I shouldn’t be in front of.
I don’t pull into the driveway because I’m not sure what the fuck I’m doing here. All I know is that I want to see her again.
We slept together four days ago, and I didn’t call, which makes me a dick.
So, now I’m here.
Like a goddamn idiot.
I put the car in drive, but then I see Delia open the door, a mug in her hand, and she smirks as she leans on the doorframe.
No getting out of this one. I park the car again, exit, and wave. “Hey.”
“Hey, how long were you planning to stay outside for?”
I laugh. “How did you know I was here?”
“I saw you pull up.” Then she points to the corner of the house. “I have cameras.”
“Has crime gone up in Willow Creek while I was gone?”
She smiles. “No, but I’m a single woman who lives in a wooded area.”
“Yet you don’t lock your doors,” I say with a brow raised.
“True, because I have the cameras. When I bought the house, Grayson installed them so I would feel comfortable.”
Now I know who to thank for my stupidity being on tape. “I’m glad you’re protected.”
She laughs. “They do nothing but let me know someone is here. We all know how worthless the sheriff is with his stellar response time.”
I walk up the steps, standing in front of her, hating the urge that rises, wanting to kiss her again. Delia’s gaze is locked on mine. “What’s wrong?”
My head jerks back a little. “What?”
“Something’s wrong.”
“Nothing is wrong.”
“Josh,” her voice is soft, “I know you, and something is eating at you, which is why you’re here.”
That gnawing feeling in my gut grows more insistent. I hate that she can read me. I came here for . . . hell, I don’t know what, but it wasn’t this. Talking about how Stella and Jack are suffering or how my father is a piece of shit who is trying to destroy my mother won’t change anything. Then there’s the stress of being here again, seeing Delia and knowing that, if I let her in, I’ll fail her, just as I’ve done with everyone else.
“I’m here because I wanted to see you,” I tell her the half-truth.
“For?”
“To make sure you were okay.”
