Beautiful Sacrifice (The Maddox Brothers, #3)(27)

I woke up to the morning sun pouring through my windows. My mouth tasted like a cat had pissed in it while I slept.

“Hey,” Taylor said, sitting in the center of the sofa, surrounded by piles of folded clothes. “Do you have to work today?”

“Huh?” I said, sitting up.

“Do you work on Sundays?”

“Not this week. It’s my day off,” I said, groggy. When my brain began to work again, I blinked and then glared at the man folding my unmentionables. “Why are you still here?”

“I did the rest of our laundry, and then I fell asleep. You woke me up a couple of times though. Do you have bad dreams like that a lot?”

“Huh?”

Taylor hesitated. “You had some pretty gnarly dreams. You were crying in your sleep.”

I hadn’t had a nightmare in years, not like I had while I was at Dartmouth. My former roommate, Rochelle, would still talk about how I’d terrified her in the middle of the night.

I looked at the delicate cotton in his hands. “Put down my panties. Right now.”

Taylor tossed them into the basket with the rest of my panties. Most of them were the discount-store printed variety. On certain pairs, the elastic hung loose in fuzzy strings from the waistline or leg holes.

“This is the last load,” he said, gesturing to the basket between his ankles. “Socks and panties.”

“Oh my God,” I said, rubbing my face. “You’re going to make me do the walk of shame in front of all my coworkers and customers.”

Taylor stood up. “Isn’t there a back door?”

“Chuck and the boys will still see you.”

“What time do they open on Sundays?”

“Chuck and Phaedra are pretty much always at the café—from sunrise to sunset.”

“How do you have any privacy?”

I blew my bangs from my face. “I didn’t need any until now.”

“I’ll fix it. I know what to do.”

Taylor gathered his laundry, fitting it all perfectly inside of the lone basket he’d brought, and waved at me to follow him downstairs. We stood at the bottom in full view of the retirees who always stopped at the Bucksaw on Sundays for coffee, all my coworkers, a few local families, and a table full of tourists.

Kirby stopped in her tracks, and so did Hannah. Phaedra noticed them staring, so she whipped around, her mouth falling open. The loud rumble of converging conversations abruptly silenced.

Taylor cleared his throat. “I didn’t touch her. She’s too f*cking mean.”

He passed me, heading for the front door, and I watched him, trying to kill him with my expression alone.

Kirby burst into laughter. She was still cackling as Taylor waved at her before walking out onto the front sidewalk. Phaedra tried not to smile, but her deep wrinkles betrayed her. Hannah seemed just as stunned as I was.

“Good morning, sunshine. Coffee?” Phaedra said, handing me a steaming mug.

“Thank you,” I said through my teeth. Then I stomped back up the stairs.

“Falyn?” Phaedra called after me.

I stopped before turning down the hall and looked down at her.

“He’s ten steps ahead of you, kiddo.”

“I know,” I grumbled, taking my coffee to the loft.

I exploded through my door and kicked it shut before leaning against the side of the refrigerator. When I felt angry tears burning my eyes, I set the coffee on the kitchen counter and then rushed to my bedroom, reached for the shoebox, and pulled it onto the bed with me.

The most recent letter was on top of the others, and beneath it was the stack of cash I’d saved so far for a plane ticket. I held the notebook paper to my chest and took a deep breath. The carefully scripted loops and lines informing me of everything I had missed was nearly four months old, and it would only grow older.

I let the thin notebook paper fall to my lap.

Of course it would be Taylor f*cking Maddox. The last person on Earth who I want to need is my one quick ticket to Eakins. I pushed the thought from my head. I didn’t want a plan or to even think about it.

I just needed to get there. No expectations. No hopes. Just the opportunity to knock on their door. Even if they wouldn’t forgive me, maybe I could finally forgive myself.





I wiped my cheeks, smiling as the dad in Poltergeist pushed the television out of the hotel room and onto the balcony. The credits and eerie music began to play, and I scowled at the empty mug of coffee on the carpet next to me.

My fridge contained only a moldy jar of cheese dip, ketchup, and two cans of Red Bull. Phaedra had given me a used coffee maker, but I didn’t have any coffee or sugar … or water if I couldn’t afford the bill. I cringed, thinking about having to go downstairs to use the toilet. I would have to clean that restroom on occasion, and although I made a conscious effort not to be a snob about most things, public restrooms made my skin crawl.

I stood up and made my way downstairs to the kitchen. The loud chatter of customers instantly infiltrated my head, especially the squeals and cries of children. They always seemed to hit an octave that stood out to me, grinding inside my brain like a metal fork on a plate.

The water splashed onto my T-shirt as I rinsed the mug. Then I put it into one of three dishwashers.

Hector smiled at me as he rounded the corner, wiping his hands on his apron. “Are you going to get outside and see the world today, Miss Falyn?” he asked.