Beautiful Sacrifice (Maddox Brothers #3)(69)

“Jesus, Falyn. He just left you to deal with it on your own?”

“No. He offered to pay for what he called a solution. I missed the appointment. And the one after that. I never thought he’d leave his wife for me. I never wanted him to. I still don’t know why I did it.”

“Because you were a kid. Because you had a shitty relationship with your father. There are a dozen excuses.”

“There are no excuses. I made choices, and now, I’m living with them.”

“But you don’t have to live with them alone.” Taylor wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight, and buried his face into my hair.

“After today, I’ll be okay. I can let her go on my terms.”

“Just tell me what you need from me—space, a listening ear, a shoulder to cry on, a hand to hold on to …”

“Probably all of the above,” I said, pulling his arms in toward me until he hugged me to him.

“Anything for you, baby.”

I smiled, remembering him saying the same thing outside of the Bucksaw the day we met. Back then, even though it was for show, Taylor had made me feel safe. Now, it was reality, and he was still somehow making everything all right.

“Taylor!” Jim yelled from below. “Breakfast!”

Taylor stood, and he dressed in a T-shirt and jeans before pulling a royal-blue ball cap low over his eyes. “You ready? We’re going to kick this day’s ass.”

After a quick shower, I put on my favorite jeans and a pink blouse I’d specially purchased at the ARC Thrift Store for the day I would meet my daughter again. I wanted her memory of me, however fleeting, to be perfect.

Taylor went downstairs, and I spent a little extra time on my hair and makeup. Then I joined Taylor and Jim at the table. Jim was nearly finished with his breakfast when Trenton knocked twice and swung open the front door, announcing his arrival.

“Good morning, Maddoxes!” Trenton paused to acknowledge me. “And friend.” He went into the kitchen where dishes scraped, cabinet doors and drawers slammed, and the refrigerator opened and closed.

“Enough with the friend shit,” Taylor said.

Trenton beamed as he sat in a dining chair between his father and brother with a bowl of cereal. “Oh, yeah? Did you seal the deal last night? Trav said you made her cry.”

Jim smacked the back of Trenton’s head. “Trenton Allen!”

“Ow! What’d I say?” Trenton rubbed the back of his head.

Jim sipped his coffee, trying to smooth the annoyed expression from his face. “Are you feeling better, Falyn?”

“Much. Thank you.”

“What’s the plan today, Taylor?” Jim asked.

Taylor shrugged, looking to his brother. “What are your plans today, dickhead?”

Jim sighed. “Goddamn it! Can’t we have one meal without the language?”

The brothers shook their heads. Jim did, too.

Trenton’s spoon raked against his bowl of cereal. “Work.”

“Are you babysitting today?” Taylor asked.

Trenton seemed confused. “No. Why?”

Taylor shrugged. “Olive’s freaking adorable, and I never get to see her anymore.”

Trenton shoveled a bite of Frosted Flakes into his mouth, considering Taylor’s comment. “I could ask her if she wants to go to the park, if you’re really hell-bent on spending the morning with a five-year-old. I have to be at work later though.”

“Six,” I said.

Trenton blinked.

“She’s six now.”

“Right,” Trenton said. “She just had a birthday last week. It’s going to take me a while to get used to that.”

“The park sounds fun,” Jim said, eyeing me.

I wasn’t sure what he thought he knew, but he was onto us.

“You seem to enjoy spending time with her,” I said.

Trenton grinned. “She’s a cool little kid.” He stood, pulled his cell phone from his pocket, and dialed a number.

“Hey, Trenton,” Taylor began, but someone had already picked up the other line.

“Shane,” Trenton said. “What’s up, buttercup? No. Yeah. Yeah. What’s Ew doing today?”

I looked at Taylor and mouthed the word, Ew?

Taylor shrugged, unsure of the answer.

Trenton nodded. “Yeah, my brother’s in town with his girlfriend. Taylor. Nope, he’s still selling insurance. They both are. Up in Colorado. Pussies.” He shot a smug grin at his older brother.