Vaguely, because I felt bad nixing it so quick.
That was days ago.
Wait— “He didn’t?!”
“He did.” The drink was swirled around once, and she took a long drag. “And I know this because Cassie asked me about Deek Fausten. Ask me how Cassie knew about your dad. Do it. Ask me.”
I didn’t want to. So, I didn’t.
Melanie didn’t need the extra prompting. Her eyes were almost feral by now, and she was showing me her teeth. “That fucker had the balls to call the Mustangs. Cassie informed me that she’d been asked why Deek Fausten, who apparently has some connections to the Mustangs’ owners, why he’d think going to a charity event for Come Our Way would be a conflict of interest and why that had anything to do with Cut?”
I—was staggered.
It took a beat, and my brain never needed to take a beat, but it did this time.
Deek. My dad.
Mustangs.
Come Our Way.
Conflict of interest.
Oh, no.
No, no, no.
No.
Everything good that I’d been feeling, from Cut coming over, from Cut being here, from kissing Cut, from being able to touch him and knowing he wanted me to touch him, from all of it—was wiped clean because my mind caught up.
My stomach churned.
I wanted to throw up.
Vomit rose up in my throat, and I clamped it down.
My dad.
Not even.
I didn’t think of him as my dad, not back when I was a kid, not when I was a guest in his home, not when he came to my mom’s funeral, and not even when he paid for college.
My mom overdosed and I stayed away.
The truth was that I’d been fine with that, but Deek never fought for me.
He hadn’t wanted me. It made sense to me now as an adult. It hadn’t back then.
Natalie hadn’t wanted me either. She didn’t want me in the same house as her sons, breathing their same air. Me. The homeless kid. The crazy kid. The kid with the coked-out mother who decided she was done going to rehab, and never went again until she overdosed.
A stigma was put on me, and it was still there. I felt it.
Dean went ahead with the charity gala, without our say-so, and he approached all those ‘high-end’ folks whom he said he was going to approach. That meant the Mustangs’ team. That meant my father, I guess.
I hadn’t known.
And though their names hadn’t been brought up, I knew who else would be invited to that party. Natalie and her husband. Dean would approach her husband because he was a lawyer for a local big-name firm. And he’d approach because he would do his homework, and he would learn who was connected to the Mustangs, and Chad was connected, and then he’d go from there.
Damn Dean.
Damn him so much.
Melanie had been talking, but she fell silent until now. “Cheyenne?”
A door opened from down the hallway.
A muted footstep on the carpet, and I lifted my head.
Cut stood there. He had heard everything.
I asked, “Did you know?”
He nodded. “Yeah, just today.”
Another pang, this time it cut straight down my middle.
They asked him. The guy I thought I had loved since I first saw him. The guy whom I actually did love since I first saw him.
I asked, my voice cracking, “What’d you say?”
His eyes grew fierce. His jaw hardened. “I lied. I told my boss that it must be because of Chad.”
Melanie gaped at him, a gargled sound ripping from her throat, one that sounded like it was half of a laugh. And a pleased laugh.
“You said what?”
His jaw clenched before he said, “I knew what that fucker was trying to do, but fuck him. I put it on Chad.”
I almost swayed from the surprise.
He hadn’t turned on me…I’d been expecting it. A pocket deep inside, one reserved for all those people who weren’t supposed to turn on you, but they did—that pocket had been making room for one more.
It stopped.
“I might be into guys,” Melanie whispered, her eyes big and gaping on Cut. Then, she flinched. “No. I can’t even joke about that, but honestly, fuck girls right now, too.” She glanced at me. “You know what I mean.”
A nod from me. I did. Forget Deek right now. “Let’s go to the park, pick up old dog poop, and put it on Cassie’s car.”
Melanie’s eyes started shining from unshed tears. “You’d do that for me?”
I frowned. “Of course. And if Sash was here, you know she’d already be grabbing her tools to break into Cassie’s car so she could take a dump herself in the front seat.”
Melanie pressed her lips together, a small laugh slipping out. “She would, too.”
I nodded.
“That’s why I came here first.”
I nodded again.
Melanie’s gaze flashed again, her mouth curving down. “Cassie asked me about Fausten because she couldn’t figure out the connection with Come Our Way. Said it had something to do with Cut. They must’ve asked her before asking Cut.” She glanced at him. “I got upset because, you know, what a douche your dad is being. Cassie got upset at me because she said he was going to be doing business with the Mustangs and I needed to respect her employers. Before I knew it, she was saying we were moving too fast and she couldn’t risk her career since you and I are so close.”