The Girl's Got Secrets (Forbidden Men #7)(88)

“If it’s any consolation,” Murphy went on. “Your mama loved you something fierce.”

I glanced up and watched the fond smile on the older man’s face as he nodded to Pick. “She was young—shit, they were both too young, but her in particular. And yet...none of that mattered. She talked and dreamed and envisioned the day you were going to arrive. She would’ve made a damn fine mama for you if Chaz hadn’t...” After another clearing of the throat, Murphy went on. “They were going to name you Dugger.”

“Dugger?” Pick murmured, glancing me with a slight wince. “Dugger Murphy.”

“Nice.” I flashed him two thumbs-up, refraining from telling him what our mother had actually named me.

Pick flipped me off before turning back to his grandfather.

Even as I chuckled, I tried not to let the bitter jealousy in, but it stirred within me, anyway.

I wanted so bad to tell Pick what a gift it was that our mother had loved him. Because she’d never loved me. She’d hated me, and told me so often. She’d gone on and on numerous times, complaining how much she’d wished I had died, how she resented Miller Hart for making her keep me, how she wanted her true baby boy back. I’d always known she’d loved Pick and not me, but listening to his grandfather back that fact up only dug the pain in deeper.

“I think we’re done here,” Pick said, tapping my elbow to get my attention. Then he nodded stoically to his former boss...his grandfather. “Murphy, thank you for your information. I’m going to...I’m just going to mull this over awhile, then I’ll probably be back to catch up on...things, if that’s all right with you.”

Murphy nodded immediately, and a smile lit his face. “I’d like that. Thank you.”

As Pick turned away abruptly and strode off, needing space, or to think, or whatever, his grandfather glanced at me. After a long blink, he said, “Now you...you have your mother’s eyes.”

Then he smiled fondly as if that was something I should’ve been proud of.

I nodded, twitching my lips to make him think I was smiling, but all I could remember was how much Polly had hated the fact I’d gotten her eyes. Almost as much as she’d hated me.





When Pick returned home, I was done being an insecure coward. If maturity was what Pick was calling this, then I was going to do the mature thing and just call Remy. Besides, I wanted to kill zombies with my friend again.

But as soon as I pulled my phone from my pocket, it rang. When I saw Sticks on the screen, I grinned.

“Hey, loser,” I answered, relieved to talk to him again. “I was just about to call you.”

“You were?” He sounded surprised, which made me laugh.

“Hell, yeah. I don’t have to go to work until five this evening, so I was curious if you were up for some Call of Duty.”

“Sure. I was actually going to see if you were around because…I have something for you.”

I nodded and waved him on, even though he couldn’t see me over the phone. “Well, then get your ass over here, man.”

Ten minutes later, there was a knock on my door, and you’d think I was waiting for a hot lady to visit, I was a bit too eager to answer it. But I didn’t care, and as soon as I pulled it open, this ball of relief eased inside me.

“This is for you.” Sticks held out a small brown paper sack as soon as we jogged down together into my apartment. When I only arched an eyebrow, curious, he jiggled the bag impatiently. “Well, go on and take it. It’s not poisonous, I swear.”

I took the sack and unfolded the top so I could peer inside.

“What the hell?” Staring incredulously, I gaped at the new box of condoms that had the words “Use Me Please” written out in thick black marker along the side.

“And I remembered to get the non-latex kind too.” Remy sounded way too proud of himself, so I squinted an incredulous glance his way.

He sighed as if disgusted that I wasn’t happier. “This is me proving to you that I’m perfectly okay with you going out and having sex with...whomever.”

“Just not your cousin,” I had to add, trying not to sound bitter and hoping I hadn’t just stuck my foot into my mouth and made things worse between us. But I was sort of hoping he’d say he was okay with me pursuing Elisa after all.

He didn’t. Of course.

He scowled a second before shrugging. “Yeah. Just not her.”

I wanted to mope and scowl and argue, but...this was Sticks extending an olive branch. Strange method, but he wanted to make amends, so I accepted it.

“Well...thank you, I think,” I said, tossing the box onto my bed. “So you want to kill shit now?”

His shoulders eased and a relieved smile slid across his face. “Sure.”





“So...Dugger Murphy, huh? Yeah, I can’t see Pick being named that either.”

As I gave my controls a rest to snatch my bottle of Angry Orchard and take a couple gulps, Remy finished off the small invasion of enemies closing in on us.

Damn, he really was good at this game.

“I know, right?” I set the drink back down to back him up as he entered a nearby building, guns drawn.

With a snort, he grinned my way, “God, your mom had sucky taste in names.”