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that been…? No. Surely not. Shaking my head, I turned back around and went to get into the passenger side before Bethy threw me in.

Rush

    It was my mother’s birthday. Nan had called me twice already asking me to call our mother. I couldn’t do it. She was on a beach in the Bahamas with him . This hadn’t affected her at all. Once again she’d run off to enjoy her life while leaving her kids behind to figure things out.
    “Nan’s calling again. You want me to answer it and tell her to leave you the hell alone?” Grant walked into the living room holding up my cell phone in his hand while it rang.
    Those two fought like actual siblings. “No, give it to me,” I replied as he tossed me the phone.
    “Nan,” I said in greeting.
    “Are you going to call Mother or not? She has called me twice now asking me if I talked to you and if you remembered it was her birthday. She does care about you. Stop letting that girl ruin everything, Rush. She pulled a gun on me for God’s sake. A gun, Rush. She is crazy . She—“
    “Stop. Don’t say anything else. You don’t know her. You don’t want to know her. So just stop. I’m not calling Mom. The next time she calls tell her that. I don’t want to hear her voice. I don’t give a shit about her trip or what she got for her birthday.”
    “Ouch,” Grant muttered as he sank down on the couch across from me and propped his legs up on the ottoman in front of him.
    “I can’t believe you’d say that. I don’t understand you. She can’t be that good in—”
    “Don’t Nannette. This conversation is over. Call me if you need me.”
    I pressed end then slung my phone on the seat beside me and laid my head back on the cushion.
    “Let’s go out. Drink a little. Dance with some girls. Forget this shit. All of it,” Grant said. He’d suggested this several times over the past three weeks. Or at least since I’d stopped breaking things and he felt it was safe enough to speak.
    “No,” I replied without looking at him. There was no reason to act like I was okay. Until I knew Blaire was okay, I was never going to be okay. She may not forgive me. Hell she may never look at me again but I needed to know she was healing. I needed to know something. Anything.
    “I’ve been real good about not prying. I’ve let you go crazy, roar at everything that moved and sulk. I think it’s time you told me something. What happened when you went to Alabama? Something had to have happened. You didn’t come back the same.”
    I loved Grant like a brother but there was no way I was telling him about the night in the hotel room with Blaire. She’d been hurting and I’d been desperate. “I don’t want to talk about that. But I do need to get out. Stop staring at these walls and remembering her… yeah I need to get out.” I stood up and Grant jumped up from his spot on the couch. The relief in his eyes was obvious.
    “What are you up for? Beer or girls or both?”
    “Loud music,” I replied. I really didn’t need any beer and the girls… I just wasn’t ready for that.
    “We’ll have to leave town. Maybe head to Destin?”
    I threw my car keys at him. “Sure, lead the way.”
    The doorbell rang stopping both of us. The last time I’d had an unexpected guest it hadn’t ended well. It very likely could be the cops coming to arrest me for bashing Cain’s face in. Oddly enough, I didn’t care. I was numb.
    “I’ll get it,” Grant said, glancing at me with a concerned frown. He was thinking the same thing.
    I sat back down on the sofa and propped my feet up on the coffee table in front of me. My mom hated it when I put my feet on this table. She’d bought it during one of her international shopping trips and had it shipped back here. I felt a sudden pang of guilt for not calling her but I pushed it away. My entire life I’d made that woman happy and taken care of Nan. I wasn’t doing that anymore. I was done. With all her shit.
    “Jace, what’s up? We were just headed