by Odette Stone
“So, Renner’s mafia friends were the ones that attacked you?”
“Detective Christensen thinks that coming after Dad would’ve been too obvious. So they came after me with warnings and accidents, hoping it’d persuade him to drop out.”
“How was Yates involved?”
“Renner used the fact that Yates couldn’t pay off his debts. He told Yates that he could work those debts off by getting intel from my dad’s campaign. That’s why Yates convinced my dad to hire him as his campaign manager.”
“So, Yates was a double agent?”
“Essentially. I guess the night Renner got shot, Yates was in his office, trying to find something to blackmail Renner with, and Renner walked in on him. They got into a fight, and Renner pulled a gun on Yates. Yates is claiming he wrestled the gun away from Renner and accidentally shot him. Twice.”
Emily sat back, a dismayed expression on her face. “Poor Yates.”
“My father is furious, but he’s also hired him a brilliant lawyer, with the condition that Yates never talks to me again.”
“Have you talked to your dad?”
I drained my glass. “No. I’m too pissed at him.”
“How’s your mom doing?”
“She’s also pissed at my dad. Like, really pissed. But she handled everything like a pro. Her and Roo sent back all the gifts.”
Chloe stood, stretched and pushed her cold black nose into my hand. I stroked her face, staring into her beautiful brown eyes.
“And how are you doing?”
How could I tell Emily how I was doing? It felt like my life had no meaning. I didn’t laugh. I didn’t cry. I went to my shit job and slept. I missed Porter so much, I thought I might die, but somehow my heart kept beating. Somehow I kept waking up and pushing myself to get through yet another meaningless day.
“I’m okay.”
“Porter didn’t come back to work.”
I swallowed hard, staring into my empty wine glass. Part of me had almost been hoping I’d run into him here. Stupid, right? But the heart wants what the heart wants. I’d kill for a mere glimpse of him.
“Do you know where he is?”
“No. He told Jackson his head wasn’t in the game.”
“What did Jackson do?”
“He told Porter that he’d keep his job open for him for as long as he needed him too.”
“How did Porter seem?”
She shook her head. “Not good.”
“Am I being too harsh on him?”
“You know I’m a bleeding heart.”
“So, yes.”
“I’m on your side.”
“But?”
“But he seemed so sad. Maybe you could hear him out.”
“He took money from my dad.”
“He did.”
“And he didn’t tell me.”
“Nope.”
“You think I should talk to him?”
“I think you’re in love with him. And I think he loves you, but whatever you decide, I totally support you.
“Thanks.” I felt more conflicted than I ever had in my life.
Chapter 57
Two days later, I sat on the beach and watched the waves crash against the shore. I’d never admit it to anyone, but I regretted not hearing Porter’s side of things.
What had actually happened? When I asked him to leave, he did exactly that. And I never saw him again. But he also told me that he loved me. I felt heartsick. It was the kind of pain that never went away. From the moment I opened my eyes in the morning until I closed them at night, I ached.
Someone sat beside me. Without looking, I knew it was Jackson. We sat there in silence.
He cleared his throat. “You’re hurting.”
I traced patterns into the white sand beside me. I didn’t speak.
“He was hurting, too.”
I glanced up at Jackson. Any story, any tidbit, any news about Porter felt like a drop of water after an endless trek across a desert. I would take anything he could give me.
“I met Porter in BUDs, and man, that guy was a serious shit disturber.” He gave a short laugh, not looking at me. “If the instructors asked him for ten, he’d give them twenty. If they pushed him, he’d shift into another gear and go harder, faster, stronger. At first, I thought he had something to prove, but after awhile, I realized there was no punishment great enough for Porter. Anything that involved danger or pain he was the first one to sign up. He’s the only one I saw in BUDs that the instructors backed off on. They were used to pushing men to their limits, but it’s like they knew they could push him past all his limits and he’d keep going. And eventually, it’d be his heart that’d explode, or he’d drown, or his lungs would blow. I think, at that point in his life, that was his end goal.”
My eyes met his green gaze. “Why?”
He shrugged. “Not my story to tell, but Porter has carried around guilt for years. And no one is harder on Porter than Porter is.”
I swallowed. I knew it had to do with his family.
Jackson continued, “Porter's one of the best operators I’ve ever met. He’s fearless, ruthless and unbelievably protective. He’s the only one I considered to be Theo’s godfather. Without a moment's hesitation, he’d sacrifice himself for anyone.”
I knew that about Porter. He’d risked his life diving in front of a car to save me.
“He and Felicia worked until they didn’t. She was needy in all the wrong ways, and it fit into exactly what he thought he should be. He was protective. He took care of her. He was patient with her. He did all the heavy lifting in that relationship, but he could never give her the one thing she wanted.”
“What was that?” my voice sounded like a rusty nail.
“He couldn’t give a fuck.”
Our eyes met again.
“Your relationship with Porter is the first time I’ve seen him give a fuck. And you know what?”
“What?”
“He kind of sucked at it. He’s lived his entire adult life a certain way. And when you came along, he didn’t know how to make that work.”
“You talked to him when this was all happening?”
“He’d tell me different things, without actually telling me things. But he wasn’t himself. From the get-go, you threw him off his game so hard.”
“I did?”
He smiled down at me. “Was it this painful to watch me and Emily get together?”
“It was excruciating.”
“Have you talked to your dad?”
I shook my head.
“Some friendly advice—start there.”
“You think?”
“When we’re in the field, we don’t always have the benefit of seeing the entire picture. We get bits of intel coming in, and we make the best decision based on that intel.”
“You think I need more intel.”
“Don’t you?”
I sat there, staring at the waves. “I think I need to get my ass back to New York.”
I stepped into Dad’s office.
He stood behind his desk, looking nervous. “Beth.”
“Dad, I need you to be honest with me.”
“Have a seat.”
I sat down across from him. Deep lines on his face indicated his exhaustion. “I need you to tell me what happened that first night when you talked to Porter. Don’t spin this to suit you. Tell me the truth.”
He sighed. “One night Yates came to my office and told me you’d been arrested and that you had a new boyfriend.”
I bit back my response, letting him speak.
“It didn’t take much to figure out who Porter was. What I did, I’m not proud of. I had him investigated. And I found out something from his past to hold against him.”
“Dad!” My fingers flew to my parted lips.
“Things were already starting to heat up with the campaign. I had reason to believe those drugs were deliberately planted in your purse. A raid was called. They wanted to have you arrested. That was
the start of a smear campaign.”
“What does that have to do with Porter?”
“I wasn’t sure if he was part of that smear campaign.”
I shook my head in denial. “What did you do?”
“First, I told him I knew you two weren’t real. He didn’t budge. Then, I offered him a lot of money to walk. He refused. That’s when I got a bit dirty.”
“What?”
“I knew that he was a SEAL. And I also knew he had some sort of agreement with you. If there was one person who could keep you safe, it was him. So, I offered him half a million dollars to stay with you and keep you safe until I said so.”
“What did he say?”
“He told me to go fuck myself.”
I sprung out of my chair and walked blindly to the window. “But you got him to accept the money.”
“I threatened him. I told him if he refused, I would reveal his secret to the media, and it’d be front page everywhere.”
I spun around to face him, “So, he really didn’t have a choice. He either protected me for money and continued to protect his secret, or you’d blow up his life if he didn’t accept.”
“Yes. He told me he’d take care of you for free, but I forced him to take the money.”
“You wanted him to take the money, so you had something over him.” My heart raced in my chest.
“Beth, I’d do anything to keep you safe.”
“He said he’d do it for free.” My voice accused. “Why is everything about control with you?”
“I don’t know,” his shoulders dropped.
“I loved him. I still love him. He was the one, Dad.”
“I know. I know that. And he loved you. Porter came to me and told me he loved you, and he wanted to marry you for real. I couldn’t have been happier.”
“But?”
He couldn’t meet my eyes. “He wanted to tell you the whole truth.”
“The night of the rehearsal dinner, you begged him not to tell me.”
“I thought you’d never forgive me.”
Big, rolling waves of pain pushed through my body. “He stuck with me.”
“He did.”
“He protected me, and he loved me, and I was…I was so awful to him.”
“Beth. I’m so sorry. I’ve tried to find Porter.”
“You have?”
“His phone has been disconnected. No one knows where he is. I wanted to apologize to him and fix this. What can I do?”
“He’s never going to forgive me. He did everything right by our fucked up family and me, and look how we treated him.”
“Your mom is so angry at me.”
“Does she know?”
“I told her the entire thing. She threatened to divorce me if I didn’t make this right.” He stared down at his hands. “Can you forgive me?”
I was tired of feeling angry. So tired of being the wronged party. I didn’t want to hold onto any of that any longer. “Dad, you have to let me live my life.”
“I know.”
“Please. You need to take a big step back. I can’t go through this again.”
“I know.”
I picked up my bag and paused, unsure what to do next.
“What are you going to do?”
I needed to find him.
“I’m going to find Porter.”
Roo and Mom bent over a binder, heads almost touching as they murmured, two little peas in a pod. I stood in the doorway and watched. I realized I’d never seen Mom connect with another person quite like she had with Roo.
Had she ever had a friend like Roo? They were real friends, who actually cared about each other. She had told me recently that Roo has asked if she wanted to come and partner with him at his wedding planning company. I was truly happy for her.
I wished it had been me who had bonded with her, but right now, I felt glad she had such a close friend in her life.
“Hi,” I said from the doorway.
Mom rushed to me, pulling me into a hug. “Darling girl.” She pulled back to look at me. “I’ve been so worried.”
“I talked to Dad. He told me everything.”
A cross expression marred her face. “That man. I swear, I’m so angry with him.”
I shrugged. “I wasn’t exactly innocent in all of this either.”
“What can we do? How can we help?”
I shifted my attention to Roo. “How did you find Porter’s parents?”
He cocked his head to the side. “Porter gave me their address and phone number.”
“Do you know where they live?”
“What’s going on?” Mom rushed.
“I need to apologize to Porter, but I don’t know where he is. I thought I’d contact his parents and see if they know where he is.”
She covered her mouth with both hands. “Oh, that’s perfect.”
“I need to talk to Porter.”
“They live in Montana,” Roo offered.
That was going to be problematic. I had exactly $400 to my name. “Mom, can I borrow some money? I think I need to take a flight.”
She crossed her arms. “I think I can do better than that. It’s time your dad stopped holding your inheritance over your head from your grandmother.”
I didn’t give a shit about the money. But it would help. “Are either of you interested in helping me book a trip to Montana?”
Chapter 58
After a seven-hour connecting flight to Helena, Montana, I swore as I set the GPS in my rental car. How could I still be a five-hour drive away from my destination? I debated getting a hotel in Helena for the night, but I was anxious to get there. The sooner I could talk to Porter’s parents, the sooner I could find Porter.
Let me tell you about Montana. There’s a whole lot of distant, mountainous ranges and even more rolling green hills. It didn’t get any more beautiful, but I was bewildered by how wild the country seemed and how civilization seemed to have ended on the outskirts of Helena.
Things went from bad to worse when it started to rain. Not a sprinkle. Not a downpour. Sheets of rain cascaded down making the drive treacherous.
Five hours later, my GPS started to beep. I peered through the windshield. The only thing around was a lone wooden ranch gate.
I couldn’t see a house. For miles, there was nothing but wild ranch land. With trepidation, I drove the car over the bumpy cattle gate and started up the driveway that was more slippery clay than gravel.
How long was their driveway, anyways?
The rain pounded my crappy rental. Unlike my trusty Camry, it fishtailed on every greasy bend.
My windshield wipers frantically flapped, but still, my vision was limited. Out of nowhere, a suicidal squirrel, with a death wish, appeared in the middle of the road.
I honked as I drove towards it, but it stood there, beady-eyed and frozen.
“Get out of the way,” I yelled.
In a game of chicken, he bravely stood his ground.
I am not a squirrel killer.
With gritted teeth, at the last second, I twisted the wheel. The car slid off the road and bumped hard into the small ditch.
I watched the squirrel scamper away in my rearview mirror.
“I hope you’re happy,” I grumbled, putting the car in reverse.
It didn't budge. Reverse or forward, the car did nothing but spit gallons of mud high into the air behind me.
I’m from New York. In public, at any given time, there are dozens of people around. Here, there was no one. Not for miles. I felt like I should know what to do, but I was at a loss. I picked up my phone, but it had no cell service.
Holding a plastic bag over my head, I stepped out of the car. My Calvin Klein boots sunk ankle deep into the thick black mud. The back wheels were ground into the mud up to the rim. I knew enough that retrieving my car would require a tow truck.
And there was nothing but rolling grassy hills, the occasional tree and the winding driveway surrounding me.
In the middle of
the downpour, I debated my options. I could sit in the car and hope someone drove by, but since I hadn’t actually seen another human being in the last two hours, that was unlikely. The other option was to walk, through the rain, sans umbrella and coat, to Porter’s parents’ house.
I cursed my stupidity. Instead of phoning them, out of an irrational fear that they wouldn’t talk to me, I had decided that showing up, unannounced, would give me the best chance to be heard. In my wildest imagination, I never imagined they lived on the edge of civilization. I thought I’d show up, have a quick chat and be back on my way to the airport.
Instead, I would show up on their doorstep, soaking wet, and without a vehicle. If they didn’t want to talk to me, it’d be extremely awkward.
Twenty minutes later, a huge house came into view. Drenched and chilled from the rain, with a wet thong that was rubbing my ass in all the wrong ways, I stopped and re-weighed my options.
I’d ask to speak to Porter’s mom. At the engagement party, she had exuded warmth and kindness. Even if she refused to tell me where Porter was, even if she didn’t want to speak to me, I was certain she’d call a tow truck for me.
My boots echoed on the wide, wooden veranda. I pushed my wet hair off my face.
I knocked.
And waited.
And waited.
It hadn’t crossed my mind that they wouldn’t be home.
I knocked again.
An older woman swung the door open wide.
We studied each other. She looked no-nonsense. There was a sturdiness to her, a strength in her stance. In her expression.
“Sorry to drop by without calling first, but is Mrs. Lyons home?”
She held the door opened even wider. I stepped into the massive foyer. The place felt majestic yet homey.
“Come,” she instructed and started to walk.
I pointed at my wet clothes and muddy boots. “I’m filthy. I can’t mess up your floors.”
“Floors can be washed.”
I wiped my boots off on the mat as best as I could, before following her down the long hallway. I could hear voices. Laughter. The sound of kids giggling. The woman stopped and pointed towards a door.