Page 112 of The Auction
I didn’t have my phone anymore so it’s not like I knew she was coming.
Although I’d tried digging through the mud again to find it.
Just in case, maybe, Creed might have texted me something important. Even though I knew he hadn’t. Besides, even if I found the damn thing, it’s not like it was going to work.
Read the letter.
I thought about it. I just didn’t do it.
“Hey,” she called out from the bottom of the porch.
“Hey.”
I’d heard the truck pull up so I stepped out onto the porch. But I didn’t go any further than that.
I thought it might be Jackson with some more hay for Peasy, but this time I was paying for it.
Hay didn’t come free around these parts.
I still had my stash of cash in the floorboards. That would keep us maybe a month or so. I kind of hoped some lawyer would have sent a letter by now about how this all ends. It’s not like we could just walk away. We were legally married.
But so far, nothing.
“Thought you might want some company.”
I shook my head. “No, thanks.”
“Come on,” she urged me. “I brought ice cream.” She held up a brown bag over her head.
“What did you do that for?”
She rolled her eyes. “Because you’re going through abreak up. I think. Jackson won’t say what Creed told him, but I know he left. And I know how excited you were when you bought that dress. So I’m thinking you’re sad, and when girls are sad they need ice cream.”
“They do?”
She huffed. “Damn, you’re stubborn.”
She didn’t wait for an invitation and just walked up to the porch and stood directly in front of me.
“Good thing for you, stubborn is one of my favorite character traits. Let’s eat.”
The ice creamwas Ben and Jerry’s and had too many flavors/toppings/snacks mixed in to even identify. She’d brought two, so we each had a pint. I was sitting on Creed’s new couch, not caring if I spilled anything on it, and April was sitting in my chair across from me.
“What did he say?” she asked me. “Before he left.”
I thought back to that night…
Baby, the last thing I will think about before I leave this earth is how good you suck my cock.
Yeah, that was it. Because after that, we’d fucked. I’d fallen asleep almost immediately and he’d snuck out to the barn to go build a horse stall and hang a few shelves.
And found time to write a letter.
“Nothing,” I shrugged. “About him leaving, anyway.”
“Asshole,” she said, plopping a tablespoon filled with chocolate ice cream into her mouth. “What did his letter say?”
“I haven’t read it,” I admitted, poking through the ice cream to get to a mini-peanut butter cup.
