Love's Cruel Redemption (The Ghost Bird #12)(106)

“Maybe you should apologize to him,” Kota said. “It’s hard enough to want to be included in any group if people are shunning you.”

“We didn’t mean it like that,” he said. “We gave him space...but after yelling at him, I guess it looked like that.” He sighed and looked up. “Fine. I’ll be in the dog house now.” He pouted at me. “Can I please have a hug?”

I checked with Kota. He nodded to me shortly but then turned away from us, looking at the road.

I kept the hug tight, but short. Dr. Green could only put one arm around me since he was holding food containers.

“I’m sorry,” he said in my ear.

“Me, too,” I said.

“What are you sorry for?”

“That I’m going to Kota’s and can’t stay with you. I don’t get to see you enough.”

He chuckled and when I pulled back, his eyes were bright and his face was beaming. “I keep saying that. We need a schedule.”

“You need off your doctor schedule to have a proper schedule,” Kota said, turning back around. He looked at me. “Are we ready?”

I wasn’t totally sure I was, but after talking about Nathan, I realized I did need to be there with Kota. Nathan had been through enough. It was time to get him out of this mess.





We Are Who We Are




Kota walked by my side as we traveled down the road back to his house. When we turned around the bend in the road, I expected bright lights, people scrambling around in the front yard, and the mess I left behind to still be there.

It was all quiet. The street ahead of us was lit only by dim lamps and what few lights were still on in houses. I wondered how many of the neighbors had gotten up to see what was happening at Kota’s house. How many knew that the principal and Mr. Morris had been here?

Did my step mother see what was happening? Did Marie inform her about it?

Kota’s home was quiet, the porch light turned off. We went around the back, avoiding the still closed doors of the garage. Kota’s sedan was parked back in its usual spot.

Max greeted us in the hallway. I petted him vigorously for a short moment, glad he was okay. My fingers raked through his golden hair and he lapped at my arm. He seemed to know to keep quiet, as he stepped silently through the house, following us to Kota’s bedroom door.

Kota urged the dog to go back. “Find Jessica,” he said. “Stay with her.”

Max huffed once and padded away, as if knowing exactly what he said and was obeying.

Kota led the way up into his bedroom. It was empty, the bed still made, and a bookbag sitting in the chair next to his computer desk. It appeared completely undisturbed by what happened earlier. I imagined he hadn’t even been up here until now.

I waited by the stairs as he moved further into the bedroom. When I stopped, he paused and turned to me. “Something wrong?”

“I feel like I should be doing something.”

“We sleep first,” he said. “I just didn’t want to have to leave again before talking to my mom tomorrow. It’d look really bad if I disappeared again without fulfilling the promise I made.”

It made sense, especially if he wanted me to be here.

He went to the closet and passed me pajama pants and a T-shirt. I didn’t know whose they were, but I put them on while standing in his bedroom, too tired to go into the bathroom and change. He threw on similar and urged me to bed.

He nudged me into his bed, but instead of rolling out the bed from underneath, he got in beside me.

Kota curled into me, his glasses removed. He had an arm around my waist, his nose pressed into my shoulder.

I exhaled and for the first moment, I actually started to relax. My body was tense, my mind reeling after all of the events. I’d been so tired, and then once I hit the bed, my brain was fully engaged.

Until Kota started rubbing a spot on my ear, soft at first, and then more intently.

From then on, I faded in and out of sleep.

At every moment, Kota was there next to me, an arm around me, or leaning into me with his face pressed to my body.

I reveled in it. For a while there, I had been sleeping alone in the bed, but with the guys nearby. Now, sleeping with someone in the bed, someone I trusted and wanted to be close to, made the whole experience something I craved and felt deprived of when they weren’t around. Feeling safe, secure, and able to depend on them. I hoped they felt the same from me.

His legs intertwined with mine often. And my face pressed to him, his back or chest, depending on how he was sleeping. It was like this the whole night, with me sleeping but then slightly waking when he turned, and then me realizing it was him, and snuggling closer.

We both needed this.

The sun was bright in the room before the downstairs door opened and footsteps padded up the steps, stopping at the top. I didn’t move. My body didn’t want to.

Kota yawned, stretched, sat up and moved to put his foot on the floor. “I know the rule,” he said, his voice thick and gravelly with sleep. “But after last night...”

“I know,” Erica whispered. “Don’t worry. I trust you.”

I was aware she was there but I didn’t want to get up. I pretended to sleep. I was being a chicken, avoiding the conversation but willing to get up if Kota roused me.

“Let’s go downstairs,” Erica said. “When you’re ready. I need to know some things before someone on the police force comes back with more questions. I’m sure they’ll be here at some point.”