Page 141 of Wild Eyes
“I need a favor.”
“Anything.”
“Numbers for the absolute meanest lawyers money can buy.”
“I’ll have Belinda call you.”
I smile. Of course Ford has a shark of a lawyer. He doesn’t take any shit.
And neither do I. Not anymore.
“There’s something else I need to tell you,” he says. “And it’s going to suck.”
“Ford, nothing can suck more than the past couple of weeks. Out with it.”
“My investigator got back to me. They traced the hack and the leak back to your agent.”
I suck in a breath. We don’t say it, but we both know that means my dad too. Those two are thick as fucking thieves.
“Well, it’s a good thing I just fired them both.”
I hear him sigh. “What else can I do?”
“You’ve done enough. Just get me Belinda and all the proof. Let’s see what she can do. I’ve been paralyzed by this for too long. I’m ready for a fight.”
“This could be a violation of your old contracts too, you know.”
And now I smile. “Photosynthesis, Ford. Gonna take all this garbage and convert it into a win.”
“Good…” He trails off and I know there’s another question on his tongue. “Can I tell West?”
My heart hurts instantly. Just hearing his name sucks the air from my lungs. “Sure. How is he?”
“Fucking terrible, but this will help.”
If I wasn’t so sad, I’d laugh. Ford is not one to mince words. “Okay,” I say before hanging up with an aching heaviness in my chest.
Then I watch the city pass by in a blur, making plans for how to fix the mistakes I’ve made. To take back control, to ask myself what I really want out of this life. Before long, a sense of optimism creeps in. It reminds me of West.
A sense of empowerment settles over me. And I wonder if this is how Cherry felt that day she spread her wings.
Because it’s fucking fantastic.
And I’m only getting started.
CHAPTER FORTY
WEST
“Nice horse,”Ford announces as he slides onto the same bench Skylar always sat on. I have to bite down on my tongue to keep from snapping at him to get off of it.
That would be entirely unhinged of me.
Maybe it’s the lack of sleep or the lack of food, but without the kids here this week, I have treated myself like shit.
I miss Skylar so badly that I feel like I have the flu. My bones ache with it. All that optimism she likes about me is nowhere to be found.
I’m floundering.
