For You (The 'Burg #1)(44)
“What’d he do?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“It does, Feb.”
She twisted only her neck to look at him. She was losing it; he could see it plain on her face. “Yeah? Why?”
“It was private, between you two, we need to know. It was public, that’s something else.”
She held his eyes for awhile before she looked away and muttered, “Fuck, that makes sense.”
“What’d he do?”
She moved her neck in a circle then lifted a hand to pull the hair away from her face, holding it back behind her head then, fast and low, she said, “He owned the bar I worked at. We hooked up. It was good for awhile then it turned bad. I took off after it did.”
“How’d it turn bad?”
“He cheated on me.”
“Were you exclusive?”
She dropped her hand but didn’t lift her eyes. “I thought we were but apparently he didn’t agree.”
“Anyone know about this?”
“Me, Butch, the woman he was screwing.”
“Anyone else?”
“No.”
“You’re sure?”
She looked at him then. “No, I’m not sure. Butch may have bragged about his escapades, she might have too. I didn’t know who she was and didn’t hang around long enough to chat. Just packed my shit and got out. What I saw, she looked like a snow bunny, probably a tourist or a city girl up the mountain with her lift ticket clipped to her parka. I was workin’ the bar, came home because I felt like crap and caught them in the act.”
Jesus, and he thought his scene with Susie that day was bad. No comparison.
“You lived with him?”
Her eyes slid away but he caught the pain that sliced through her face. It wasn’t raw but it wasn’t easy to see either. “Just moved in the week before.”
“Fuck, Feb.”
She took a sip from her drink and said to the floor, “He was a handsome guy who owned a bar in a cool town. He knew how to have fun and liked to do it, obviously with anyone who struck his fancy.” She shook her head. “Even though it felt shit he cheated on me…” she paused, took another drink, shook her head again then whispered, “Butch.”
Colt lifted his hand to the back of her neck and pulled her to him. She didn’t resist, just fell to the side, her shoulder hitting his chest and sliding along it until it was tucked under his pit and her temple hit his collarbone.
He kept his hand at her neck but tightened it.
He gave her a minute before he took his hand away but only to slide her hair out of his way so he could hold her there skin to skin. Again she didn’t resist, didn’t move away, even standing in his kitchen, in the middle of the night, her wearing nothing but a t-shirt, Colt wearing nothing but a pair of shorts.
“You okay?” he asked.
“No.”
He gave her neck a squeeze.
“I know, Feb,” he said softly, “but you okay to keep talking?”
Her head came back and she looked at him. “More to say?”
“I gotta ask a few questions about Denny Lowe.”
Those lines formed at her eyebrows again and she pulled away. He dropped his hand, took her glass, refreshed it and walked back to her, resuming his position.
She let him, didn’t move away, just tipped her head back to look in his eyes.
“They’re investigating Lowe,” he told her. “You remember him?”
“I, yes, I…” she stopped and her head tipped to the side, “Denny had it rough, Colt, Susie was a bitch to him. But he pulled it out, got the last laugh. He was gorgeous when he graduated. Half the girls in my class had a crush on –”
She stopped talking suddenly, her face blanked of everything and she took a step to the side, sliding down the counter.
Then she turned to face him, put her hand to the counter and leaned into it heavily.
“What?” Colt asked but she didn’t speak, so he moved into her and repeated, “Feb, what?”
She focused on him and said, “Freshman year, in lunch, during lunch…” she stopped and shook her head, looking to the side before she hissed, “f*ck!”
Colt slid his hand under her hair and curled his fingers around her neck again, putting pressure there for a different reason, to keep her attention on him. He got what he wanted, she looked back to him.
“February, tell me what.”
She nodded but it was jerky. “Susie was going after him, her and some of the cheerleaders, a few jocks. God, I don’t even remember who was there but I remember it was Susie doing most of the talking.”
When she stopped speaking, Colt prompted, “What happened?”
“I waded in,” she told him, “me and Angie, but mostly me. I was always the one with the big mouth.”
This was true.
“And?” he pressed.
“And nothing, that’s it. I just walked over to them and told them to f**k off, leave him alone. I wasn’t nice about it either. Susie had a few words for me but the jocks drifted away, probably because they knew you and Morrie wouldn’t like it if they got into it with me. Once she realized she didn’t have anyone at her back, Susie backed off too. Denny was long gone by then. He didn’t do anything, say anything, just escaped as quickly as he could. I didn’t even see him go since I was into it with Susie. He just vanished.”