Rocking Kin (Lucy & Harris, #3) - Terri Anne Browning Page 0,88

who it was. Seeing Emmie and Natalie standing in the doorway, I breathed a sigh of relief. “Good. You’re here. Tell me what the fuck I missed, Nat.”

Natalie gave me a grim smile as she crossed the room to stand on the opposite side of Lucy. Emmie came to stand beside her niece and wrapped an arm around her waist, as if offering Lucy her support.

“You missed a bunch of things, kid.” Natalie tapped a finger to the back of my hand that had an IV sticking out of it. “Nothing you need to worry about right now, though.”

“I want fucking answers,” I bit out.

“Okay. Tessa has been arrested. She’s being charged with attempted murder…among other things. With Emmie’s help we were able to find that bitch and make her talk. The DA has promised to keep the details out of the media as much as he possibly can.”

I was glad Tessa was going to have to face what she had done, but I couldn’t help but focus on something Natalie had said. “Among other things? What other things?”

Emmie produced a phone—Lucy’s phone—and tried to hand it over to me. Natalie reached for it, trying to snatch it away. “No. Stop it, Emmie. He isn’t ready.”

“He’s got to find out sooner or later, Nat. Better now with you here than from some other source,” Emmie told her, exhaling tiredly through her nose and tightening her hold on Lucy.

Clenching her jaw, Natalie glared at Emmie over my head for a long moment before reluctantly nodding. I took the phone from Em.

Lucy

I didn’t know what to expect when Harris took the phone from Aunt Emmie. He opened the text message I’d gotten the night of my birthday party and watched with eyes that went instantly emotionless. He played every video Tessa had sent me.

Inside I was breaking. I had seen every one of those videos, had watched with my heart cracking as the guy I loved fucked someone else. I’d thought things were over between us. That I would never be able to see Harris Cutter the same way ever again.

Then Kin had called and had turned all those thoughts upside down. I’d come to terms with what had happened. Tessa had drugged him. He wasn’t responsible for what had happened when he wasn’t himself. It wasn’t his fault.

My head knew that, but my heart still didn’t completely understand. It couldn’t turn back the hands of time and make me un-see what I’d seen. I couldn’t un-feel what I’d felt as I’d watched Harris touch Tessa the way I’d been aching to be touched by him.

I’d been sitting in his hospital room since the night he’d been brought in. I hadn’t left his side for anything more than to use the bathroom. My father wasn’t happy. Emmie wasn’t happy. I wasn’t happy.

Our families knew every detail now. His father. My father. Not one of them were blind to the truth, except for Harris, until right at that moment.

Things had been tense at the hospital. My dad had dealt with everything a lot more easily than Devlin Cutter had. Jesse Thornton had gone from wanting to kill Harris to full-on understanding in the blink of an eye once he knew what Tessa had done. While Devlin understood, he wasn’t taking things quite the same way Jesse was. He was pissed, but I could tell it wasn’t at Harris. All his rage was focused on one person.

Tessa.

Okay, maybe two people. Jenna hadn’t gone untouched by Devlin’s anger. Few people didn’t blame her for what had happened. She had brought Tessa into Harris’s life. She had gotten into the drug scene. She had kept Tessa around even after getting herself clean.

Seeing how well my dad had taken everything in had confused me. I was still unable to find an even footing about my own feelings, but he’d shrugged it all off like it was nothing. Maybe I would be able to do that too.

One day.

Until then I would be haunted by those videos. I would be forced to relive every groan and sigh he’d breathed as he’d done things to someone who wasn’t me. It was cheating, yet it wasn’t pure and simple. What had been perfectly black and white now had varying shades of gray that had me twisted up to the point of madness.

I still loved him. I didn’t think I could stop even if I’d seen him in a video with a hundred different chicks. I understood he hadn’t been able to