Craving (Steel Brothers Saga #1)(65)

“I’ve been the most content when I’ve been with her.” I stood.

“Now where are you off to?”

“I’m going home. But before I do, give me your address, Mike.”

“Whatever for?”

“You’ve helped me a lot. I’d like to send you something in gratitude.”

He scribbled something on a napkin and laughed. “Well. I won’t turn that down. It’s been great talking to you, Talon. I honestly do wish you happiness in the rest of your life.”

The road would be rough and icy, but maybe I could trudge along and find happiness.

One thing I knew. By tomorrow evening, Mike would have a case of the good stuff delivered to his door.





CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN





JADE


“Where the hell did you find this?” Jonah held the birth certificate, his eyes blazing.

“Jade and I did some investigating.”

“What the fuck?”

I warmed all over. This was clearly a family moment. I felt totally out of place. If a hole had swallowed me up, I would have been glad.

“Yeah.”

“Damn it, Marj, this isn’t funny. Tell me where you found this.”

“In the crawl space in the basement. Those old boxes of Dad’s that you always told me were nothing of importance.”

“They’re not.”

“Apparently they are. I don’t even know what my legal name is.”

He handed the birth certificate back to her. “I don’t know anything about this.”

Jonah’s words hung in the air.

Marj whipped her hands to her hips. “I don’t buy it, Joe. You know something. Clearly, my real name is Angela Marjorie Steel. I want to know why no one told me.”

“I don’t know. Maybe Mom and Dad had your name changed.”

“Why would they do that?”

Jonah shrugged. “Beats the hell out of me.”

“You’re lying,” Marj said, her dark eyes laced with anger. “Why didn’t Dad tell me what my real name was? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It’s a nonissue, Marjorie. Leave it.”

“What exactly is the big deal here? It’s my name. It’s not some criminal record or anything horrible. I just want to know why no one told me what my name is. Is that so wrong?”

“Marj…”

“And while you’re at it, you can tell me why you always told me that Mom’s maiden name was Warren, but her marriage certificate to Dad says it’s Wade.”

Jonah widened his eyes. Only slightly, but I noticed. Had Marj noticed as well?

“Leave these things be,” Jonah said, his tone serious. “And don’t go snooping around anymore in that stuff.”

“I will snoop around as much as I want. This property is one quarter mine, in case you’ve forgotten.”

“No one has forgotten that. But I’m warning you. Don’t go snooping. It’s none of your business anyway, and you might not like what you find.”

I lay in bed, unable to sleep. The clock ticked by. Midnight. One a.m. One thirty. I could get up, get a cup of tea from the kitchen, but Talon wasn’t home. He wouldn’t be sitting at the table with his glass of water.

Finally, as I was drifting off to sleep, my door creaked open. I sat up quickly.

“Don’t be afraid. It’s just me, blue eyes.”

My eyes adjusted to the dark, and I looked up. Talon stood a few feet away from my bed, looking mussed and fatigued.

“Where have you been?” I asked.

“Grand Junction.”

“Why did you come back? Marjorie said you usually spend the night when you go to the city.”

“I wanted to see you.”

My heart jumped. “It’s the middle of the night, Talon.”

He raked his fingers through his gorgeous head of hair. “I know. I just…couldn’t wait.”

“I have work in the morning.”

“I know. I just…”

He looked so sad and forlorn that my heart went out to him. I patted my bed. “All right. Come on and sit down.”

He sat down and took my hand. He had never done that before. He stayed silent for several moments.

“So what is it?” I nudged him.

Again, he stayed silent. I squeezed his hand.

“I can’t do this,” he said.

As much as I needed to know what was on his mind, I knew better than to push Talon. We hadn’t known each other that long, but he would not respond well to pushing.

“All right,” I said. “Why don’t you lie down? You can stay here with me or go to your own room.

Either way, you look like you could use some sleep.”

I lay back down, scooting over to make room for him in case he wanted to stay. I hoped he would stay. I couldn’t think of anything sweeter than sleeping in his arms.

“Could we have dinner tomorrow night?” he asked.

“Sure. You want to meet me after work?”

He shook his head. “Marj told me this morning that she’d be gone tomorrow evening.”

I nodded. “Yeah, she signed up for some kind of cooking class in Grand Junction. I’m so glad she’s finally pursuing her passion.”