Page 57 of Heartless
“Of course. Thank you so much for having me,Bunny.” Willa winks before turning to Luke. “I’ll see you back at home, buddy.”
Home.
She says it so easily. Like it’s true. That our home is her home. She also said she loves Luke, and I don’t know what to make of that.
I should be more pissed at someone about something right now, but I’m altogether too busy trying to wrap my head around the firecracker in front of me.
“No! I want to go with you.” I watch Luke’s knuckles turn white where he grips at her clothes, practically clinging to her, tears still shimmering on his pudgy little cheeks.
I turn, squeezing one hand on Willa’s slender shoulder while running the other over Luke’s hair. I bend down and press a kiss to the crown of his head.
When I straighten, Willa’s confident air has melted away. She has a pinched forehead, and her eyes are a little glassy. Her voice is hushed and cracks when she says, “That kid held him under water.” Her blinks turn rapid. “I had to pull him out. And they all just laughed like it was a funny prank.”
The papa bear in me roars at the story she’s recounting. My protective side. The one I’ve been honing for decades. I slide my hand up to the side of her neck, rubbing a thumb over the pulse point there, as I hold her bright green gaze with my own. “Go. I’ll meet you back at home. I got this.”
Her head tilts ever so slightly into my touch. And then she nods.
I watch for a few beats as she departs with Luke leaned into her as if she’s the most comforting thing in the world. I absently wonder how he’ll handle her leaving when school starts back.
Poorly, probably.
I wonder how I’ll handle her leaving next month.
Just as poorly I bet.
“That Willa character needs a leash,” the mom sniffs from behind me.
My chest puffs up when I turn my attention on the bottle blonde across from me. “Betty, I like to think I’m a gentleman, but I’m only going to tell you once. Keep her name out of your mouth if you’re going to use that tone. Let’s talk about your kid instead.”
One manicured hand falls across her chest, and she rears back, like she’s totally scandalized.
Joke’s on Betty.
I’m just getting started here.
Willa might drive me insane. She might deserve a little pushback. But if Betty thinks she’s going to be the one to push back at her, she’s got another thing coming.
Willa might be a bit of psycho—after all, she did just push a child into the pool—but the more time I spend with her, the more I feel like she’smypsycho.
* * *
When I get home, the house is empty, which suits me fine because I walk to the kitchen, pull out my favorite bottle of bourbon, and take a deep swig before putting it back in the cupboard and propping my palms against the counter.
I’ll find Willa and Luke after catching my breath and sorting my thoughts.
Head falling low, I try to shake off the mental image of Luke struggling under water.
I kept my conversation with Betty fairly contained. It’s a small town, and there are only so many bridges you can burn. Everyone will talk about this anyway. Particularly with the way Willa went off.
I shake my head at the memory. The way she’d called herBunnyeven after Betty corrected me. The girl has a real pair on her—I’ll give her that. Especially after watching her on that filly this morning.
The sound of delighted giggles draws my attention out the open kitchen window toward the back hay field where the first cut bales are stacked. When I see a flash of copper hair, I know they must be out there.
Playing.Laughing. I let my eyes flutter shut and listen to them.
“Ready or not! Here I come!” Luke shouts breathlessly.
It’s perfect.
