Page 47 of Single Mom's Mountain Men
"Thanks, Wes," she says and then reaches up to place a sweet kiss on my cheek. It takes everything out of me not to turn my face and make that kiss a little sweeter, but I tighten the reins of my self-control.
She’s not in the emotional space to handle anything like that right now and I’m too raw to be gentle.
So I let her walk back into her room smiling like a gentleman as she waves before she closes the door.
And then I walk away with the furious need to punch something.
I don't go back to the kitchen. Instead, I head to one of thesheds that Mitch turned into a makeshift gym, complete with an old punching bag hanging from the ceiling.
I take my anger out on it, hitting it again and again till my knuckles are raw. I don't know what this Keegan asshole looks like, but I imagine his name again and again as I attack. And then once the anger subsides to manageable amounts, I head back inside.
I find Charlie in his room on his computer as usual.
"Don’t you ever knock?" he asks as I walk in.
“Why should I? I figured if you were masturbating you would have just locked the door again."
He shoots me a sour look and I grin glancing at his screen.
Car videos again.
"You ever thought of just working at a garage instead of binging on these videos?"
Charlie cocks his head at me. “You too?”
“What do you mean ‘me too’?”
"Never mind " Charlie responds. "I don’t have time to work at a garage. Mitch has us working so hard we barely have time to wipe our asses."
"Our brother is insane. You know that, right?"
He gives me a noncommittal grunt and I finally get to the point of why I'm here "Listen, do you think that your PI friend could find someone with only a first name to go on?"
"Find who?"
"I can't tell you that."
"Why do you need to find them?"
"I can't tell you that either."
Charlie frowns at me and I raise my eyebrow. "Well?"
"You're going to have to give me a whole lot more information than that."
I sigh. "I was afraid you would say that." I was trying tothink of a way to find this Keegan without implicating Patty but it looks like that's going to be difficult.
"What's the full story?" Charlie asks.
"Since when do you care about my stories?" I say.
"Since you started acting shady."
I grumble. Just my luck. The one time Charlie is being communicative and aware is the one time I want him to be his usual apathetic self.
I glance around the room, wondering how to get the information from him without revealing what I know. And then I see something that makes me pause.
"What's that?" I point at a pair of black lace panties in the corner.
