The Lucky One(74)

“I’m not.”

“I just didn’t, okay? It didn’t work out. I’m sorry. Is that what you’re here for? An apology?”

It came out like a whine, and she found herself wondering why she’d ever gone out with him.

“No, I’m not here for an apology.”

“Then what? Look, I’ve got company.” He jerked a thumb over his shoulder. “I’ve got to go.”

As the question hung in the air, he glanced up and down the street again, and she realized what was going on.

“You’re afraid of him, aren’t you,” she said.

Though he tried to hide it, she knew she’d hit a nerve. “Who? What are you talking about?”

“Keith Clayton. My ex.”

He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Instead, he swallowed again in an attempt to deny it. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She took a step closer. “What did he do? Did he threaten you? Scare you?”

“No! I don’t want to talk about this,” he said. He turned for the door and reached for the knob. She grabbed his arm to stop him, pushing her face close to his. His muscles tensed before relaxing.

“He did, didn’t he?” she pressed.

“I can’t talk about this.” He hesitated. “He . . .”

Though she’d suspected that both Logan and Nana were right, though her own intuition had prompted her to come here in the first place, she felt something crumple inside when Adam confirmed it.

“What did he do?”

“I can’t tell you. You should understand that more than anyone. You know how he is. He’ll . . .”

He trailed off, as if suddenly realizing that he’d said too much.

“He’ll what?”

He shook his head. “Nothing. He’s not going to do anything.” He stood straighter. “It didn’t work out between us. Just leave it at that.”

He opened the door. He paused, drawing a deep breath, and she wondered if he was about to change his mind.

“Please don’t come back,” he said.

Beth sat on her front porch in the swing, staring at the sheets of rain coming down, her clothes still wet. For the most part, Nana left her alone with her thoughts, intruding only to hand her a cup of hot tea and a warm, homemade peanut-butter cookie, but she’d been uncharacteristically silent when she’d done so.

Beth sipped the tea before realizing she didn’t want it. She wasn’t cold; despite the relentless downpour, the air was warm and she could see fingers of mist crawling along the property. In the distance, the driveway seemed to vanish into the grayish blur.

Her ex would be here soon. Keith Clayton. Every now and then, she’d whisper the name, making it sound like a profanity.

She couldn’t believe it. No, scratch that. She could—and did—believe it. Even though she’d wanted to slap Adam for being such a wimp about the situation, she knew she couldn’t really blame him. He was a nice guy, but he wasn’t, nor had he ever been, the kind of guy who would have been picked first for a pickup basketball or baseball game. There wasn’t a chance that he would have stood up to her ex.

She only wished Adam had revealed how Keith had done it. It was easy to imagine; she had no doubt Adam rented his office from the Clayton family. Almost every business downtown did. Did he play the rent card? Or the “we can make life difficult for you” card? Or did he play the law enforcement card? How far had the man been willing to go?

Since she’d been sitting outside, she’d tried to figure out exactly how many times it had happened. There weren’t that many, maybe five or six, she thought, that had ended in much the same sudden, inexplicable way it had ended with Adam. That was counting Frank, which was what? Seven years ago? Had he been following her, spying on her, that long? The realization made her sick to her stomach.

And Adam . . .

What was it about the men she picked that made each of them roll over and play dead the moment Keith intervened? Yes, they were a powerful family, and yes, he was a sheriff, but whatever happened to being a man? Telling him to mind his own business? And why didn’t they at least come to her and tell her? Instead, they’d slunk off with their tails between their legs. Between them and Keith, she hadn’t had the best of luck with men. How did that saying go? Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me? Was it her fault for picking such disappointing men?

Maybe, she admitted. Still, that wasn’t the issue. The issue was that Keith had been working behind the scenes to keep things exactly the way he wanted. As if he owned her.

The thought made her stomach roil again, and she wished that Logan were here. Not because Keith would be here soon to drop off Ben. She didn’t need him for that. She wasn’t afraid of Keith. She’d never been afraid of him because she knew that deep down he was a bully, and bullies were quick to back down when anyone stood up to them. It was the same reason Nana wasn’t afraid of Keith. Drake, too, had sensed that, and she knew he’d always made Keith nervous.

No, she wanted Logan here because he was good at listening, and she knew he wouldn’t interrupt her rant, or try to solve her problem, or get bored if she said, “I can’t believe he actually did that,” a hundred times. He would let her vent.

Then again, she thought, the last thing she wanted was to talk the anger out of her system. It was much better to let it simmer. She needed the anger when she confronted Keith—it would keep her sharp—but at the same time, she didn’t want to lose control. If she started screaming, Keith would simply deny it all before storming off. What she wanted, however, was for Keith to stay out of her private life—especially now that Logan was in the picture—without making Ben’s weekends with his father any worse than they already were.