I’ve reached that point.
I lower my gaze and stare at the table. The dark, cherry wood fills my gaze and I feel defeated. “It’s over.” There’s finality in my tone and when I say, “It’s over,” a second time my voice cracks.
I sob.
My face is my palms and the sobs are coming out so hard and so fast that I’m having a difficult time breathing. Lara gets up and moves behind me, draping her arms over my shoulders. I hear the smile in her voice when she says, “So when are you moving back in, roomie?”
I sniffle and let out a soft laugh as I thumb the tears out of the crescents of my eyes. “Well technically I didn’t really move out.”
When Sean and I first started dating, I thought it would be best if I didn’t move my stuff out of my old place. After all, we live right next door to each other. That and I wanted to have my old place to fall back on in case something ever really did happen between us. Now I’m glad I made that
decision.
There’s a knock at the door.
I blink several times.
Blow out some air through my lips.
I glance at Lara warily for approval. She gives me a thumbs up, meaning that I’m okay for conversation, so I get up and make my way to the door. I throw her a grin from over my shoulder and she mouths, “See you soon.” Then she blows me a kiss.
I chuckle at her, shake my head then open the door.
Chapter 8
~Connie~
There was something strange going on with the boy-o. Connie was absolutely certain of this. Not only because of his actions when he first called out to him; the way he hurried that young lady into the building, but also because of his mannerisms during their conversation.
He was fidgeting.
Restless.
He seemed distracted.
Wouldn’t really make eye- contact.
Connie played it off like he was none-the-wiser, but then again, he’d always been a really good actor.
But…
The boy-o knew him. He knew him well, which meant that if Connie tried anything the boy-o would catch on pretty fast. Still, Connie wasn’t willing to risk everything that he had built based on the fact that the man that he practically raised knew the way he operated.
He approached the Lincoln and Aidan stood next to the door, he opened it for Connie. After Connie sat down inside and Aidan closed the door, he waited for his right-hand man to secure himself in the driver’s seat and when he did Connie spoke up, “Aidan.”
Aidan glanced at him through the rearview mirror, his eyes a piercing green. “Aye, Connor?”
“Find out who they boy-o’s lady friend is. Find out exactly what kind of relationship they have. And any extra info you can dig up.”
Aidan started the car and stated, “Consider it done.”
“Aye, bug both of their phone’s too. And put a tail on the girl.”
“Yes sir.”
With that, Aidan pulled away from the curb. Connie glanced out the window. Cars lined the road, parked but there was no oncoming traffic. As he watched the cars they passed by, he began to think harder about his earlier conversation with Sean. He had purposely brought up Teagan to find out if Sean knew anything about her whereabouts.
“Boy, have you heard from your sister?” Connie had asked.