Page 72 of Indescribable

Finally.

“Tell me more about the Wyatt ordeal.”

“Ordeal is a strange word to use for drama but okay. He’ll have to spend the night in jail and go before a judge tomorrow. Charlie was one of the cops who showed up. He said he will likely only have a fine to pay since this is a first offense and they didn’t find a large amount on him.”

“I can’t believe he had cocaine. Is that what he was high on?”

“I imagine so. He was pretty messed up. I’ve never seen him like that. He kept yelling to be let inside the house so he could get his stuff but there’s nothing of his in the house. Of course, he said some stuff about you, too.”

“What kind of stuff?”

“That we’d been sleeping together while I was married to him, for one thing.”

“He’s out of his mind if he thinks you or I would ever do that while you were married.”

“He wasn’t in a great state of mind for me to remind him of that. I was scared of him, Brock. Genuinely scared. In all the years I’ve known him, I’ve never been fearful of what he might do. What I saw of him today was so out of character.”

I nod and give her hand a squeeze, lifting it to my lips so I can kiss the back of her hand. “I’ve heard drugs will do that to a person, sweetheart. Make people act out of character.”

She turns her head to the side so she’s looking at me. “I suppose so. Dale said he’s been acting pretty strangely for a while now so I assume today was not his first cocaine rodeo.”

I grin at her wording. “Probably not.”

“My car’s parked at the diner,” she tells me out of nowhere.

“Yeah. I know. Saw it there when I went to the station to wait for you. Just so we’re on the same page, I wasn’t angry with you that you didn’t call me or tell me. I was freaked out that you were going through that and wanted to be there for you, but not angry. I’m sorry if I came off that way. It wasn’t my intention.”

“I did, think you were angry with me, I mean. I understood it, though, because like you said, I was yours to protect for a long time.”

“And now,” I tell her adamantly.

“Now?”

“You’re mine. Not in a sense where I own you, I’m not a psycho, but in that if something happens and you’re not comfortable, I’m your person. I’ve always been yours, Naomi.”

When I look away from the windshield so I can see her face, I see tears in her eyes.

“Hey.” I give her hand a squeeze. “What are the tears for?”

“I’m having a hard time grasping this, I guess.”

“Grasp onto it and hold it tight, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.”

She leans across the console and kisses my cheek.

“I’m not either. I’d ask you over tonight, but your mom and Corbin are already coming over.”

“Lucky ducks.”

She smiles and shrugs. “They want to make sure I’m all good, I think.”

“I see how it is, already second fiddle to my family.”

Her smile drops and she scrunches her nose up. “I suppose I better search the house and make sure he didn’t stash anything in there before they come over. He kept saying he needed his stuff and I’m afraid that meant drugs.”

My grip on the steering wheel is so tight my knuckles turn white. “That asshole better not have kept drugs in your house.”

“What if he did, though?” she asks nervously.

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