Page 46 of Relapse
All these years he’d been telling the guys that I’d eventually snap and sack up. Then my little Harper situation would come down to two simple things. Her and me. And now I had the lying bitch in my house because I was done with her shit. If that wasn’t worth a snort of irony, I didn’t know what was.
“Why the sudden interest in Ned?” Silas asked.
Really?
I was wrong, that was the dumbest fucking question ever asked.
“Why the sudden interest in Ned?” I tapped my chin and rolled my eyes up to the ceiling. “I don’t know, maybe I just want to get to know the guy. Or, and hear me out,” I pointed my tapping finger Silas’s way, “It could have something to do with the fact that someone beat the shit out of his daughter.”
Silas opened his mouth, then shut it as he swallowed down whatever dumb shit he was about to say.
“Okay, that’s a fair point.”
You think?“I mean, I thought it was.”
“You don’t have to be a dick.”
I shrugged. “You’re the one that asked a stupid question.”
A sigh escaped his lips. “Don’t make me shove my foot up your ass.”
“Why would you go and ruin a perfectly good pair of boots like that?” I scoffed and dropped my gaze to his feet. “At least take them off first.”
Silas’s face dropped. “I hate you.”
“Aww,” I sang. “I love it when you talk sweet to me.”
No one in this world knew me better than he did. Proof of that came when he raised his hand to stop my lips from landing on his cheek.
“I swear to god, if you kiss me I’m not going to tell you shit about Ned.”
My brow rose. “But will you tell me how you plan on getting your boot up my ass?”
He lifted his chin to look up, and I could hear him praying for strength. This wasn’t something new. Silas spent half our friendship asking the god of grumpy assholes for peace. They never answered of course, because as far as I was concernedhewas the god of grumpy assholes. But hey, who was I to rain on his parade?
“You want to continue whispering praise to your deity, or are you gonna help me out?”
Silas’s blue eyes rolled back down to me. “I hope a lightning bolt comes down from the sky and shoots up your ass.”
“Do you have a fetish I don’t know about?” My lip curled. “What is it with you and my ass? Don’t get me wrong, however you decide to swing that thing is fine with me. But if I wanted something the size of a bat shoved up there, I’d go and piss off the baseball team.”
There was no coming back from that.
“You done?” Silas grumbled.
Technically, I could carry this on for hours, but he’d run out of patience. That was evident by the way his fingers smoothed away the furrow on his forehead. The action was kind of useless. He’d need something a lot stronger than his fingers to get rid of that scowl. I was pretty sure he was born with it.
Silas blew out a breath. “Alright, so. Ned.”
Oh great, we were back on topic. Finally.
“I don’t really know much.” He dropped his hand and continued down the hall. “The Callaghans moved here a couple of years before Sean was born. They had Harper, and his wife took off a few years after that. I think he works in mergers and acquisitions or something. He seems like a normal guy.”
“Normal?” I cocked a brow at him. “No one with that kind of money is normal.”
There were six families at the top of the food chain in Ashen Springs. The Kesslers, Creswells, Whitleys, Hudsons, Torres’, and Callaghans. And the Callaghans weren’t at the bottom of the list.
Silas waved his hand through the air. “I just mean I’ve never heard anyone say anything about him.”
