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you just stop it,” Ma said. “Crosby, everybody knows we had to keep buying you new socks, and why. Even your father had to talk to you about it.”
Tyler snorted.
“You’re one to talk,” Ma said, pointing to Tyler. “You used to use pillowcases. Pillowcases, Tyler! What the hell…”
Now everyone started laughing.
Then Ma pointed at me.
I threw my hands up. “No way. I’m innocent. I’m an angel.”
“Yeah… right,” Ma said.
I smiled.
I was an angel.
Minus the whole getting knocked up by a rock star thing.
Later I was alone at the inn again.
So much hung above my head.
The inn was not an actual house or apartment.
It was meant for short term stays.
Beth and Charlie were nice enough to let me stay without charging me.
Now that they heard I was pregnant, they brought me dinner and fed me like I was a stray cat. Beth told me I could stay as long as I wanted to. She even told me she would have Charlie help figure out a way to make it comfortable for the baby too.
I couldn’t imagine giving birth and bringing a baby home to the inn.
Ma wouldn’t allow it.
She kept telling me to come stay at the house.
The last thing I wanted was to be in the way of her and Michael.
They were getting more and more serious. They were happy. Michael was good to her. And good for her. He didn’t shy around what happened to Dad and that was a big deal for Ma.
I had to laugh.
Tyler and Olivia had their life. Raising Lucy, planning a wedding, Olivia now pregnant.
Ma and Michael had their relationship.
Even Edith and Thomas… their little argument in front of everyone just proved how much they loved each other.
As for me?
I sat on the couch with my feet up, looking at my stomach.
It was time to call Silas.
The guilt was getting the best of me. Especially since he thought I was messing around with Jett.
“Oh, Silas,” I whispered.
This was my fault too.
For not telling him right away.
For leaving him hanging.
He could tell something was off about me.
I sucked at lying. And he really did love me.
I stood up, my mind set on finishing the rest of the chocolate chip cookies Beth had brought me earlier, when I heard a knock at the door.
I rolled my eyes.
Beth was starting to become overbearing.
The second knock sounded and I had no choice but to answer the door.
I walked to the door, formulating my story to chase Beth away.
I opened the door and all my words were suddenly lost.
Silas put his guitar case down on the ground and reached for me.
Chapter Eight
SILAS
I had played it out in my head for hours.
Picking Mila up. Kissing her. Her grabbing at my hair. Me not even able to make it to the bedroom. So we would just get down to business on the couch. Or at least start on the couch. Then things would move to the bedroom. Then to the shower. Then back to the bedroom. Until we finally both had to call it quits for fear of dying from too much hot sex.
When Mila opened the door and I saw her face, one thing ran through my head.
She’s guilty.
Of what? I wasn’t sure.
The look on her face… she looked ready to pass out.
I reached for her face and stepped into the room.
She grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands away.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
“Couldn’t do it anymore, Mila. I need to be with you. All the time.”
“Silas…”
“I don’t care what that means for me,” I said. “I’ll handle Mickey later. I’m done. I don’t want to be on the road anymore. Not without you. And if you need to be here, then so do I. Everything I said to you before still stands true. We can make it work here.”
I moved for her again and she pointed. “Get your guitar and then shut the door.”
Not the reaction I expected…
I got my guitar case and left it just inside the door.
I shut the door and watched as Mila backed up.
She was acting like someone was behind her.
“What’s going on here?” I asked.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m trying to kiss you, darling. I’m trying to touch you. I’m trying to…”
Mila made a quick, guilt ridden move.
Her eyes moved to the bedroom for a split second.
Panic hit me.
All I could think of then was that she had a guy in the room.
Someone… some guy she knew… or maybe someone she didn’t know…