by London Casey
Alex shrugged. “You both think very little of yourself.”
“I’m not an ass to the hired help.”
“No, but you both don’t think enough of yourself to let another person in.”
Pete wasn’t quite sure what Alex was referring to, but the pain stabbed him in places he didn’t know could be hurt. “You’re saying because my dad regrets his past that he’s afraid to love anyone?” That was what Zoey had said.
Alex glanced to the ceiling then laughed. “Sometimes I wonder how you ended up running and owning your own business. For someone who seems to get what the client wants, you can be such a fucking moron when it comes to people.”
Alex was pissing him off royally. Pete needed another drink and waved to the waitress for a refill. “You saying I don’t understand people?” Alex must be doing drugs or something.
Alex waved a hand as if to dismiss his question. “It shouldn’t matter what your dad has done or is doing. You’re almost forty fucking years old yet act like you’re nine. You, Pete Banks, need to grow up and be a man. If you’re not happy with the way your daddy has treated you, get over it.” His friend stepped closer and got up in his face. The scent of beer was strong. “Why do you have to depend on his goddamn actions? Ask Zoey what that makes you. Codependent? Juvenile? Doesn’t matter the term. You’re a child and a whiner.” Alex tossed the cue stick on the table. “I’m finished. Clear the table yourself.” With that, he stormed off.
“Fuck you, buddy.”
No way he was going to let Alex dismiss him like that. Pete charged, collared his friend and spun him around. He expected Alex to hold up his hands, but his friend punched him in the gut instead, sending him backward. Having downed those three Jack Daniels caused Pete to lose his balance. His butt hit the edge of a chair and sent it sprawling. A girl cried out from near the dartboard.
“You want to fight?” Alex motioned with his fingers. “I’ll give you a fucking fight.”
Pete got up and dusted himself off. Alex dipped his shoulder and rammed it into Pete’s belly, pushing him into a table. As it upended, glass shattered. The momentum caused them both to land on the ground, and Pete’s back took the brunt of the impact, but his brain was too numb to feel much. Instinct took over. They wrestled, twisting and turning, until Alex slammed Pete’s head into a chair leg, which unceremoniously went flying. Alex’s fist then connected with Pete’s face. Shit. Pain streaked across his jaw, possibly loosening a tooth. The next blow connected with his nose. That did it. Pete thrust his leg up and flipped the two over. He delivered a punch to Alex’s face. Damn, that felt good, but his knuckles stung from the impact. His friend grunted, shook off the daze and did a quick and complicated maneuver that resulted in Alex on his knees behind Pete. In seconds, Alex had an arm wrapped around Pete’s throat. The bastard held on tight, too. Try as he might, Pete couldn’t get loose. Alex yanked inward, nearly crushing his windpipe. Christ.
Using what strength he had left, Pete grabbed Alex’s wrists and tugged hard, but the brute wouldn’t give in. Pete had spent his entire life lifting wallboard, developing muscles on top of muscles, and a few shots of whiskey had weakened every one of them.
“Break it up.” The gruff voice came from one of the bouncers.
Alex was pulled off him, allowing a liter of air to rush down his windpipe.
Someone helped Pete to his feet. He swayed as he stumbled over to the chair. “Sit and don’t move. I’ll get you some ice.” It was Christie. Bless her heart.
Reality finally entered his brain. His lungs hurt and his eye was beginning to swell shut.
The bouncer returned. “We’ve called the cops.”
Fuck.
Making love with Thad had been magical. The intensity. The passion. Thad’s caring touch convinced her that these men were right for her. Everything had been absolutely perfect, except for Pete’s poorly timed phone call. If he’d had been there to make love with them, she’d have marked this day down on a calendar as a time she never wanted to forget. Zoey totally got that they had busy lives. Hopefully, only something as important as a call from his folks would cause Pete to leave again.
She’d wanted to contact him to see how things were going with the plumbing issue at his parents’ house, but Thad kept saying they shouldn’t disturb him. From the way he kept changing the subject every time she brought up Pete’s name, she got the sense something was wrong.
Thad was snuggled against her back, his arms holding her tightly as if he never wanted to let her go. “I’m not sure if Pete mentioned it, but one of his workers let him know that your window is fixed.” Thad kissed her neck and shivers of delight raced up her spine.
“When do you think I can go home?”
“Not until I’m convinced it’s safe. I need time to find out about the threat from our burglar turned arsonist.”
Zoey was fine with that. Staying with the men gave her a warm feeling of comfort. She tried to doze, but every time she fell asleep, she’d wake, thinking her house alarm was going off. Perhaps she needed Pete in bed to make the night complete.
The clock on the nightstand next to the bed read 2:13 a.m. Had Pete decided to stay the night at his parents’ house to make sure his repair held? He should have called or texted. She rolled over, and Thad woke.
He cupped her face. “Can’t sleep?” he asked. From the slight moan in his voice, he’d been dreaming.
“I’m worried about Pete. He’s not home.”
“Mmm.”
So much for Thad being concerned. “Did he text you?” And you forgot to tell me?
“I’m sure he had a good reason. Go back to sleep.”
That was a shitty answer. “How do you know he’s not lying in a ditch somewhere bleeding to death?” She hadn’t meant for her voice to escalate. “Maybe the gangs decided to hurt you by harming him instead.”
Thad blew out a breath, sat up, and turned on the bedside lamp. “All right. I was planning to wait until tomorrow to tell you.” He yawned. “I should amend that. I was hoping I wouldn’t have to tell you tomorrow, that Pete would come to his senses.”
“What are you talking about?” Her skin turned clammy.
“I don’t even know how to break this to you.”
His evasive comments caused acid to burn a big fat hole in her belly. “Just tell me.”
“Pete wants out.”
She must not have heard him right. “Out of what?”
Thad dropped back onto the bed and dragged his forearm over his face, the ugly red scar a bad reminder of how he could have been killed. “Pete’s running scared, that’s all.”
The words finally began to make sense. She wanted to see Thad’s eyes and lowered his arm to his stomach. He groaned. “Thad. Look at me.” He cracked open an eye. “Are you saying Pete doesn’t want to be with me anymore? When did he tell you this? You must have misunderstood.” On top of the mountain, Pete had been wonderful, patient, fantastic.
“His parents never called him. He made that up.”
She needed a moment to put the facts in order. “There was no water leak?” The deception slammed into her. “He lied?”
“Yes.”
Her pulse pounded. “I can’t believe he’d do that to me.”
Thad rubbed her arm. “This isn’t the first time he’s pulled this trick. As soon as he falls for a woman, he runs scared. I’m finished with him. He’s acting like a fucking child, and I don’t think he’ll ever change.”
Her mind reeled. “I need to talk with him.” Desperation clawed at her belly. As angry as she was, she needed confirmation that Thad had interpreted Pete’s actions correctly.
“Zoey.” Thad clasped her hand. “It’s two o’clock in the morning. You’re tired. Pete’s probably drunk. Get some sleep. We’ll figure something out in the morning.”
Easy for him to say. Just when she thought she’d found the two perfect men, this had to happen. Now what was she going to do? She wanted to get out of bed and pace, but Thad held her ti
ght. As their girlfriend, what she wanted to do was throw something, pound a wall, yell. As a therapist, she needed to think. Did Pete realize what this would do to his relationship with Thad? She found it hard to believe Pete would throw away that friendship. She pounded her pillow and grunted.
Thad nuzzled her neck. “I’m pissed too, babe, but we’ll work it out.”
She hoped he meant the three of them would figure something out. Her gut told her he was only talking about the two of them.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Zoey hadn’t slept at all last night. Once Thad told her about Pete’s lie, and that he wanted out of the relationship, she was too devastated to rest. She went back over everything Pete had said or did, even replaying the conversation about how he’d befriended Alex, and the incident where he and Joe had stolen the car, but the puzzle pieces didn’t quite fit.
The “Pete is running scared” argument had a few holes in it. When they’d last spoken, Pete seemed to want a permanent relationship and even a family. He was confident of his goals. He wasn’t the type to run away. After much thought last night, Zoey developed a different theory about Pete’s defection, but the result was the same. Pete was gone. The three of them could never be together until he understood that no matter what he did, he couldn’t make his dad love him. Pete had to stop blaming himself for something that wasn’t his fault. As a therapist, Zoey was well aware the battle would be long. Pete might never reach the top of that tricky mountain. Had he been wrong to lie to her and Thad? Hell yeah. Could she forgive him? That remained to be seen.
“Can you toss what’s in those dresser drawers in this suitcase while I tackle the closet?” Thad asked. Gone was any tenderness. In its place was bitterness and disappointment.
“Sure.” She gathered the clothes and neatly placed them in the case. Thad was hurting. Hell, she was, too. While it was in her nature to console him, she feared that in his present state, anything she said to excuse Pete’s behavior would only piss Thad off even more, so she tried a different tactic. “Don’t you think it would be better if we waited until Pete returns? Walking out without any kind of discussion never solves anything.”
“Pete’s in jail.”
Every part of her body froze. “In jail?” Her throat tightened. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Thad’s deception hurt. What else didn’t she know? “It’s bad enough that Pete lied to me, but you, too?”
His jaw tightened. “I just got a text from one of the guys on the force. It said Pete and Alex had been in a bar fight. Smashed a few chairs and tables before the bouncer broke up the struggle.”
Zoey tried to make sense of the news. “He likes Alex. Why would they fight?”
His hands stopped. “Alex probably taunted him, and Pete went crazy.”
“Something bad is going on with him. I should go see him.”
Thad shook his head then walked over to her, his gaze never leaving her face. He dragged his hands down her arms and guided her to the bed. “Come sit with me.” The dejection in his tone cut her.
“What is it?” she asked.
“Here’s my real take. Pete won’t cop to this, but I believe he thinks he’s not good enough for you.”
That was what she thought. “Pete’s wrong. His degree of worthiness should be my decision. Not his.”
“I know you’re a shrink, but it’s hard to ignore rejection.”
“True, but it’s Mr. Banks who has the issue. His insensitive actions have nothing to do with Pete.”
“Try telling Pete that.” Thad brought her fingers to his lips and kissed the tips. “If this was the first time he’d pulled this running away shit, I’d understand, but it’s not. However, he’s never gone off the deep end like this before.”
“Has he ever been arrested?”
“No.” Thad looked at the clock on the side table. “For disturbing the peace, he’ll need to stay in jail twenty-four hours, which means we need to get out of here by dinner time.”
His thin lips and rigid posture implied a man fighting for control. Pete had done this to him. Damn you, Pete Banks.
Thad stood and continued jamming his clothes in his suitcase. She’d already gathered her few possessions. “Let me get this straight,” Zoey said. “You think that by moving out, you’ll be making a statement?”
More stuffing occurred. Thad nodded. “He has to hit rock bottom or he won’t change.”
Wow. That was what she always professed to parents who enabled their children. Zoey stood and moved closer. “You’re right, but it still hurts. Pete needs to realize there are severe consequences for his actions. He walked out without discussing things with us. That worries me.”
“So what are you saying?”
Pete felt like twenty sledge hammers, ten nail guns, and an electric drill were going off in his head. His body ached from attempting to sleep on the pathetic excuse for a jail cot, and the strong odor of dried piss hadn’t helped. The final blow was being forced to remain in jail for twenty-four hours. That hurt.
Pete glanced to the end of the row of jail cells at Alex, who was asking the guard for some water. Pete wanted to apologize to his friend, but given the number of drunks and other misfits housed between them, now wasn’t the time.
About an hour ago, Pete had been given his one phone call. Because he was convinced Thad would hang up on him, Pete had called his dad. He would come to his son’s rescue only because Russell Banks wouldn’t want the embarrassment. Pete loathed himself right now. Once he’d sobered and thought about his actions, he’d realized how much he’d fucked up. Not only would Thad probably have nothing to do with him, the woman he loved might spurn him, too.
One of the deputies rapped on the bars then jangled the keys to unlock the cell door. “Bail’s been paid, Banks. You’re free to go.”
Even though the place smelled of urine and mold, he wasn’t sure facing his father would be any more pleasant. “What about Alex?”
“Don’t worry about him. Someone’s paid his bail, too.” Pete wondered who.
Shit. He’d never sunk this low before. What had he been thinking? He’d been reckless, careless, and above all stupid. Sometime last night he’d finally understood what Alex had been trying to tell him. Pete saw it so clearly now. He’d spent his whole life trying to earn his father’s affection, and mistakenly believed that his dad never reached out to him because Pete didn’t deserve his father’s love. Jesus. His dad was the fucked-up one, not him. How Pete had missed that concept, he didn’t know. The question was, could he repair the damage he’d done?
When the deputy escorted him out, his wallet and phone were returned to him. His father stood with the police chief, probably discussing the details of Pete’s poor behavior. Could this get any worse?
Just thank him and move on.
With shoulders squared, Pete strode up to his dad. His father faced him, the glare of disapproval all too familiar. “Thanks for posting bail, Dad. I’ll write you a check as soon as I get home.” He didn’t want to owe his father anything.
His dad glanced at him before turning back to the chief and shaking his hand. The dismissal made Pete feel like a ten-year-old again. “Stan. Let’s get together soon.”
“Sure, Russell. Any time.”
His dad turned and headed toward the entrance. Pete kept up with him, stride for stride. “You didn’t have to post bail.”
Dad said nothing until he was out of earshot of his friend. “I didn’t need my son rotting in jail another minute. You’ve embarrassed me enough.” His father ground out his words.
His dad’s comment should have hurt, but surprisingly it didn’t. His father was all about appearances, what was important to him. It was rather sad. “My truck’s at Banner’s. I’d appreciate a lift.”
In silence, he followed his dad to the car. “Get in.”
If Pete’s head didn’t pound so much, he might have had a heart-to-heart with dear old Dad. Perhaps later. Pete climbed in the front seat. While spending a day in the less tha
n pleasant jail sucked, it had helped clarify his perspective on his bad choices.
All across town, his dad remained silent. Pete didn’t mind. Let his dad stew. Was his father even questioning if he’d failed as a parent? Or didn’t he think any of this was his fault? It didn’t matter. His father never did see reality clearly, and that wasn’t going to change.
Out of habit Pete checked his phone. He swiped the keypad, and when he typed in the code, his heart sank once more. It was a message from Thad that read: Moved out. Staying with Zoey. She’s devastated.
If Pete thought the pain at the base of his skull had been bad before, he’d been wrong. This hurt worse. His gut and heart nearly shut down. He’d never wanted to hurt Zoey and now he had.
His dad stopped at the corner of Fourth and Nugget Road right next to his truck. “I hope you’ll think the next time you get in a fight.”
Unable to respond in a civil manner, Pete shook his head and pushed open the door. “I’ll mail you the check. Thanks again for the ride.”
He closed the door with care, though he’d been tempted to slam it. His dad had saved his butt, so Pete would be respectful. Didn’t matter the man’s motivation sucked. If Pete ever had kids, he’d let them know every hour of every day how proud he was of them and how much he loved them.
As soon as he lost sight of his dad’s car, Pete slid into the cab, his stomach churning. If he thought staying in jail for a day was hard, apologizing to Thad and Zoey was going to be worse.
Once he pulled into his garage, he eased out of the truck. Man, did he need a shower bad. Unlocking the door to the kitchen, he stepped inside and halted. Thad’s coffee maker was no longer on the counter. Pete’s stomach tumbled again. Sure, Thad said he was leaving, but Pete didn’t think his former roommate meant he’d leave for good. With the gang issue still unresolved, Pete didn’t like his friend’s decision to let Zoey be at her house.
None of the furniture appeared to be missing, but Thad might be planning on coming back later and picking up a few pieces. To make sure Pete understood the extent of Thad’s intent, he pushed open his friend’s bedroom door, flicked on the light, and checked out the space. Empty. Empty. Empty. Shit.