Interception (Finnegan Brothers Book 4) Read Free Page A

playing tricks, it was my heart. I sat and I played until the drumming of the rain slowed and stopped. I closed the piano. It’s silence felt freeing, like I had finally told the world all of my secrets. I picked up the towel from the floor, folded it neatly, and laid it on the edge of the stage. But just as I was about to leave the owner once again came out of the darkness to see me.
    “He didn't come.” I was crushed, for some reason I thought that this could have been the moment that we would've found each other again. Realized that we still cared for each other on the light of the stage where we had spent so many days together. I thought about how I had just cried all over the keys of the grandbaby piano, allowing it to absorb my pain. That's what music had always done for me, it had fixed my whole world. Things started going wrong when I turned my back on it, and when I turned my back on Blake. She just looked at me blankly. So I repeated myself, “He didn't come. You said that he comes, but he didn't.” I turned on my heel and began to run again. Running away was something I was good at.
    But she called after me, “The boy?” I stopped so suddenly I almost slipped on the wood from my wet sneakers.
    My head jerked around. “Yes. The boy. The boy didn't come. He doesn't love me.” I could feel the tears once again rising in my chest like waves cascading on a beach. They would fall out of me in any moment.
    “You only see what you want to see.”
    “What? What does that mean?”
    “He was here. He was here and he watched you play.”
    My breath caught in my chest. The shadow behind the curtains wasn't her, it was him. “Are you sure?” I choked out.
    She simply nodded and turned and walked away. Her shawl billowing behind her as she crossed the stage. I checked my body for my phone but realized that I left the back of the house. Hope rose in my chest as I sprinted out the back door of the theater into the cloudy day. I avoided as many puddles as I could as I sped back home. My chest hurt as I ran but I had to know if he'd been there, I had to call him. My heart pounded in my rib cage and I fought for air but just as I rounded the corner to my house something else struck me. Mackenzie was outside on the stoop sitting with her phone in her hands. I realized I hadn't told her where I went, and maybe she was worried. When I arrived to my father's yard she stood up with a solemn look on her face. “We need to talk.”
    I put my hands on my knees and tried to increase my airflow in my body. In through my nose and out through my mouth. “What?”
    “I don't even know how to say this.”
    I stood up, “Then just say it.” I got out between labored breaths.
    She sighed, “Charity's pregnant.”
    My mouth dropped open and I practically fell over. My worst nightmare. My father had finally decided to replace us. Suddenly my love affair seemed small and insignificant. Mackenzie's eyes were filled with tears. “Are you sure?”
    She nodded, “She just told me.”
    “But why wouldn't they just tell us together? Why you by yourself?”
    She shrugged, “Charity and I have been spending some time together since that day at the bridal shop. I guess she and dad thought that I was, I don't know, part of the family or something. Do you think this is the only reason they're getting married?”
    I wasn't sure. And I didn't know how to tell her that. “I don't know Kenz. But why don't we go inside and you order one of those ridiculous movies and we sit and eat over it.” I also considered that I would be drinking while eating but she couldn't do that yet. She still looked sad but she nodded and I put my hand around her shoulder as we walked in together. We went straight upstairs to her room and after I changed we watched that movie about the sparkly vampires and we laughed at their ridiculous behavior. My phone sat next to me the whole night, but I didn't call Blake. That night was reserved for my sister. Not for me.

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