“Last week. He took me to see his new place. He’s leasing an apartment with his cousin from Jefferson Parrish. He leaves for good next month. He needs to find a job and get settled in before school starts.”
“You two gonna be okay apart?”
What she really meant was I going to be okay without him. Everyone seemed to understand that Jeremy was ready to get on with his life.
“We’ll be fine. Jeremy needs to live.”
Becca nodded, “Yeah, he does,” she paused, “and so do you.”
I wish I knew how.
The rumble of a truck interrupted us and Becca turned from her perch on the railing to watch as Cage pulled up from the pasture.
“God, I hope he has his shirt off,” she whispered.
I was in agreement with that wish.
When he stepped out of the truck he looked our way but quickly shifted his gaze and walked into the barn. He was wearing a white tee shirt that looked a little too small. I wondered if he was wearing it because he had his barbell in.
“I’m going to go talk to him. I’ll be back,” Becca announced as she jumped down from the railing and started down the stairs.
What if he was changing? What if she saw his pierced nipple? I didn’t want her to see it. It was my secret. I opened my mouth to say something to stop her but I didn’t have an excuse other than I didn’t want to share him. How ridiculous was that? I watched helplessly as Becca Lynn pranced across the yard toward the barn doors. Short of running after her and tackling her to the ground I couldn’t do anything about this.
Chapter Twelve
Cage
I’d made it three days without breaking down and going after her. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could wait her out. She’d run and I wanted her to be the one to come back. But dammit seeing her sitting there on that porch with her eyes on me so big and sad was more than any man could withstand.
I slammed my door closed and stalked over to slam my fist into the wall. I needed to get out my frustration somehow. I cared too much. Way too damn much. This was different than caring for Low. Completely different. Eva had me wrapped up in knots. I didn’t do commitment. I wasn’t a one-woman guy. I liked variety. I liked not having to give a shit. This caring stuff was bullshit. I didn’t need this.
A knock on the door startled me and hope soared in my chest. She’d finally come back. Two long strides and I was at the door jerking it open ready to fall on my knees and promise to do whatever the hell she wanted me to do in order to make her happy.
“Hey Cage,” Becca Lynn said cheerily as my excitement turned to bitterness.
“Becca,” I replied.
“Um, can I come in?” she asked. I looked behind her to make sure Eva wasn’t standing there waiting to talk to me. Where had Becca come from anyway? Had she been on the porch with Eva?
“I guess.” I stepped back. Hopefully the lack of enthusiasm in my tone would keep her from doing anything stupid.
“Um, so, how have you been?” she asked as she stepped inside and closed the door behind her.
“Good.”
She walked over and sat down on the edge of my bed. From the way she was sticking her tits out in my direction she was offering herself up for whatever I might want to do. A couple weeks ago I would’ve been all over that. Not now. Things had changed for me.
“I’m sorry I haven’t been around since the night at the lake. I guess I don’t take rejection well,” she cooed.
“Guess not,” I grunted and kept my distance from her.
Becca Lynn reached down to take the hem of her tank top and started pulling it up.
“Don’t. Becca. I’m not interested. I told you before that you’re a nice girl and real pretty but just not my type.”
Becca ripped her shirt off anyway and threw it back on her bed. Her bare tits were nice but after having seen Eva’s they paled in comparison.
“I know about your girlfriend. I’m not going to tell anyone,” she purred as she reached down and began playing with her ni**les.