Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 130022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
“It was never your house, Myrna. You always just lived there,” he pointed out.
She looked like she’d been slapped.
But for fuck’s sake, get with the program.
“Dad has a friend who’s a cop,” he warned her. “And I’m sure as shit telling Dad you’re pulling this crap. I’m also telling his friend.”
“He shouldn’t have used me as his fucktoy.”
“I don’t remember him drugging you or locking you in the house,” Sabre shot back. “Christ, get away from me and stay away from my dad.”
Thankfully, she took a step from him, returning, “You’re just like him.”
“Yeah, I am. And thanks for the lesson. Because now, if I ever walk away from a woman I care about, and I hook up with some rebound piece who seems immune to understanding the situation even though it’s all fucking around her, I need to cut her loose before she whacks out.”
Something edged into her eyes that looked like sanity returning, but even so, she mumbled weakly, “He knew I loved him, and he used me anyway.”
“You know what? If this is the shit you’ve been laying on him, if it was me, your stuff would be in the fucking pool.”
She flinched—he was too pissed to care, which pissed him off even more, because he’d just learned he didn’t like being a dick to girls since, until that moment, he’d avoided it—before she said in a super-hurt voice, “Fuck you, Sabre.”
“Thanks, no,” he replied.
She shot him a new look. One he didn’t get, and he didn’t try.
She then turned and walked away.
Sabre took a second to get his shit together before he jogged the eight blocks to his apartment.
He packed some stuff and had just enough time to hork back some trail mix and refill his water bottle before he had to throw his bag in his truck and drive to Manon’s house to get her when she told him she’d be ready.
But when he went up and knocked on the door, he waited outside too long.
And when she answered, because Manon was his mom in all but looks and age, she said, “I’m running late. Hang tight. I’ll be ready in a jiffy.”
He walked in and was glad her roommates weren’t there because he’d fucked one of them, and he wanted to fuck the other, and that was a hassle he didn’t need right now.
It was also another lesson.
It seemed the signs were telling him he needed to quit playing and get his head out of his ass because he could end up with some Fatal Attraction bitch like Myrna if he didn’t.
Shit.
He hoped this whole drama his mom and dad had going on that was just them telling their kids what their kids already knew—they were finally going to sort themselves out—didn’t mean his mom was going to spend the night at his dad’s house.
Yeah, sure, he wanted Mom back with Dad in all ways that could be for them both.
But Sah needed time alone with Remy so he could break it to him that Myrna had about fifteen screws loose.
He wasn’t in the frame of mind for Manon’s being-late bullshit, and he got pissed at Myrna again because she’d put him off his game.
Normally, if she chose the time, he’d show at least ten minutes late to pick her up, or if he was choosing it, he’d tell her fifteen minutes earlier.
This was something in high school Sah caught his dad doing when he was on the phone with Noel sorting something out with his mom.
“What’s with the game playing? Why isn’t she just ready on time?” Sah asked Remy when he got off the phone with Noel. “It’s rude to be late. Mom’s not rude in, like…anything. It’s weird she’s always late.”
“Mark this, son,” his dad had started his reply in a voice that Sabre always took notice of and paid extra attention to. “You’ll find a woman and there will be things about her that don’t mean anything. You’ll think they do, but they don’t. Don’t blow them up and make them mean anything. Do not…ever…let her walk all over you. Much more importantly, do not…ever…walk all over her. But when something doesn’t really mean anything, find a way to deal with it, and then let it go.”
Having that memory, he should have realized shit was weird with his parents, because it seemed all of a sudden his dad started to get ticked about his mom being late.
Also having that memory, like he’d ever in a million years believe Remy would tell Myrna to have an abortion, and when she didn’t, he threw her crap in the pool.
Jesus.
It might have been clear to just about anybody (except, obviously, Myrna) his dad and Myrna were not a love match and there wasn’t a future for them. But his father had always been nice to her. Affectionate. Attentive. Only when she’d get weird about Manon would Remy cool off.