Golden Trail (The 'Burg #3)(131)

“Get off me,” she bit out.

“We’re not done talkin’,” he shot back.

“We are,” she informed him. “See, you just threw that in my face which tells me you’re not passed it and it also tells me you’re not going to get passed it so maybe all this was a bad idea.”

“I didn’t throw it in your face, sweetcheeks.”

“You damn well did!”

Layne cupped her cheek in his hand and dipped his face into hers. “You’re pissed at Ma, takin’ it out on me and I’m tryin’ to smooth it out. I’m not throwing anything in your face. I’m tryin’ to get you to talk.”

“Well, maybe I don’t want to talk.”

“I had a life, Rocky.”

“I know.”

“There were women in it.”

“Trust me, Layne, I know.”

“None of them was you,” he went on.

“I know that too,” she snapped.

“So, except for the one I married ‘cause I got her pregnant, none of them even so much as had a toothbrush at my place.”

She snapped her mouth shut and stared at him.

Then she asked, “Really?”

“Really.”

“Not even a toothbrush?”

“I was seeing Melody for four years and she tried to leave at least three toothbrushes, a box of tampons and pair of underwear at my place. I found ‘em and I put ‘em in her purse. She eventually got the message and quit trying.”

Rocky stared up at him with her lips parted.

Then she asked, “Why?”

“Why?” Layne repeated.

“Yeah, why?”

Layne took his hand from her cheek, pulled in an impatient breath and tipped his head back to look at the wall before looking down at her and explaining, “Baby, ‘cause she wasn’t you.”

Rocky stared at him. Then the fire in her eyes went out.

“Poor Melody,” she whispered and she didn’t know the half of it.

Layne knew Melody was in deep with him, he even tried to find it in her, he just couldn’t but she never pulled away, she kept trying, kept hoping one day she’d get in. She never did. He should have cut her loose ages ago but even if she wasn’t Rocky, she was the closest he’d had.

“It’s over with her,” Layne stated and Rocky’s body relaxed beneath him.

“Does she know how to make Milky Way cake?” she asked softly.

“Ma taught her but Melody is not a kitchen person. Melody is a get dressed up, wait at the bar for an hour and half for a table and then eat a fifty dollar meal person.”

“That doesn’t seem your style,” Rocky noted.

“It isn’t.”

“I like to get dressed up,” she informed him, “um… every once in awhile.”

“Baby, you wear that dress you wore the other night, I’ll take you out where you can get dressed up every f**kin’ night.”

She grinned. “That’s not even my best dress.”

Jesus.

“Seriously?” Layne asked.

“Seriously,” Rocky answered. “I have this one, it’s clingier and shorter and –”

Layne’s brows shot up. “Clingier?”

“Yeah.”

“And shorter?”

“Uh… yeah.”

He rolled to his back, his arm over his eyes, muttering, “Shit. You’re killin’ me.”

She rolled into him, put her hand on his chest and called, “Layne,” he dropped his arm and looked at her, “how am I killing you?”

“Because Rutledge stares at your tits, Gaines stares at your ass and every other man who lays eyes on you finds somethin’ to stare at. This does not exactly make me happy.”

“Baby,” she whispered. “If I wear that dress, it’s just for you.”

He looked up at her and her eyes were half-mast, her mouth soft and he liked that look so much, that look directed at him again, finally, after all these years, that he lifted his hand to her jaw and ran his thumb along her cheekbone.

She turned her face into his hand, looked at his chest and kept whispering. “I wasn’t in my head because of Cassie and Melody.” Her eyes came back to his. “It was because I f**ked up and your Mom talking made me realize just how badly I did it.”

“Rocky –”

She shook her head and kept talking. “I missed those birthdays and Christmases and horseback rides. I tried to remind myself while she was talking that if I didn’t, Jasper and Tripp wouldn’t be in that room but it didn’t make me feel much better.”

Layne rolled into her, putting his arms around her and settling them both on their sides.

“Roc, honey, I don’t know what to say.” And he didn’t because she was right, with her, there would be no Jasper and no Tripp and Layne couldn’t imagine that. Without her, he had them and he knew he was lucky, no matter how f**ked up it got along the way.

“There’s nothing to say. I just need to lock myself in my head and sort it out.”

“I know how it is to f**k up and miss birthdays and Christmases with people you care about, baby. And I f**ked up bigger than you because I didn’t miss just one person’s, but three.”