Page 35 of Rex's Honor
She’d woken up alone.
Again.
That shouldn’t be an issue. He must have gotten up and decided to let her sleep. That would be the normal thing to do, not to think he’d taken off in the middle of the night.
Quickly, she got dressed in a pair of cotton shorts and a tank top. Deciding to check to see if he was in his room, she knocked on the door from inside the bathroom.
Silence.
She pushed open the door with a shaky hand and a pounding heart.
The bed was perfectly made, which she expected since he’d slept with her last night. She walked around the room and realized his suitcase was gone.
She sucked in her lower lip. A combination of rage and sorrow flowed through her body.
How could he just up and leave not just her, but his mother?
She raced through the house, making her way downstairs and into the kitchen where Gerry and Judy sat at the table, hovering over a couple mugs of coffee.
“Where’s Rex?”
“He left a note saying he had to go to Florida to take care of something,” Gerry said, glancing over his shoulder.
“When is he coming back?”
“The note said he’d be in touch,” Judy said as she stood. “Can I make you some breakfast?”
She shook her head. “Be in touch? What does that mean? Does Louisa know?”
“Yes. He visited with her briefly this morning.” Judy laced her fingers over Tilly’s biceps. “She’s not doing well. The doctor just left, and he said her kidneys aren’t functioning. He believes she’ll slip into a coma soon.”
“And Rex left after hearing that? Unbelievable. What an asshole.”
Judy jerked her hand back. “He’s coming back.”
“Right,” Tilly said in a huff. He’d left once before without every looking back. He could easily do it again. “Where is the note?”
“I tossed it,” Gerry said with a questioning tone. “Honey, what’s going on?”
“Nothing.”
Only everything.
A tear rolled down her cheek.
“Something has your feathers in a tailspin.” Gerry pulled out a chair. “Sit down and tell us what happened.”
She sucked in a deep breath and leaned against the counter, wiping her face. This was not something she could do sitting down.
“I don’t think I should be here when he comes back.”
“Why do you say that?” Gerry asked. “Did you get into a fight?”
No. We made love. I told him I loved him, but he doesn’t love me, so he bolted.
“Not a fight so much, but I don’t belong here with him right now. I’m sure he sent me a text message or something asking me to leave before he gets back.”
“I don’t think my son would do that,” Gerry said defensively.
