The Hookup (Moonlight and Motor Oil #1)(28)

But he’d said if she had to go she had to go with Ranger, and she knew him well, to the bone, to his soul. She knew he’d set her free if that was what she needed, but he wasn’t letting her walk out his door without someone to look after her.

So she’d taken his dog.

“Uncool,” he muttered.

Again with the hurt. “I thought you’d want to know.”

“Now I know.”

She gave it a beat before she pressed, “I want to come and see you.”

“For what purpose?”

“You know.”

“I know so the question remains, for what purpose?”

And again with the wounded. “Can’t we just talk?”

He had an excuse not to “just talk.”

He was seeing Izzy.

“Seeing” was a loose term after the short time they’d had, but they had plans to make that short time longer and he was the one who set that up.

They’d fucked a lot and had one date but he still knew if there could ever be a one again, that woman gave every indication she’d be that one.

But one was one and there couldn’t be another one.

For Johnny, because she’d walked out his door three years earlier, there also couldn’t be the one.

When it came down to it and a decision had to be made, he wouldn’t decide on a woman like Izzy.

No, a woman like Izzy with her frilly pillows on an outside loveseat and her flowerpots and birds singing on her shoulder, and her guacamole and her honesty, and her stories about her dead mom needed a whole man who could give her his whole self, not half a man who’d given half of himself to the wrong woman.

Shandra didn’t get to have any part of Izzy.

Izzy knew about Shandra.

But Johnny would never pollute all that was Izzy with the mess that became of him and Shandra.

“No,” he answered.

“Dad’s sick,” she told him.

“Don’t know a man who deserves being that more than him.”

“I understand why you feel that way. It’s hard to wrap my head around my need to do my duty as his daughter when I understand why you feel that way better than you. I still have to come see him.”

“After the choice you made with your brother, if you think this surprises me, it doesn’t.”

“I might be moving home,” she shared.

Fuck.

“I wish you wouldn’t.”

“I might not have a choice.”

“Then avoid me.”

“Johnny—”

“Shandra, just don’t.”

She gave that a few beats.

Then Shandra was all Shandra was.

Gently, tenderly, she said, “Okay. I won’t. I have to come home, but I’ll avoid you, Johnny.”

“Obliged.”

“Tell me one thing. Are you happy?”

He was not happy.

His shot at happy walked out his door with his dog and went on the lam with her brother exactly one week after his father died.

You didn’t turn into a unicorn.

“Yes,” he answered.

“I . . . okay.” He could almost hear her swallow. “Good.”

She wouldn’t ask. Not about another woman. Not because she didn’t want to know. But because she was Shandra. She did the worst to him and it cut her up just a little less than it did him, that little less being all she needed to go through with it.

She wouldn’t put him in that spot.

She wouldn’t infect what he had with another woman.

She wouldn’t do that.

But she could guess.

And Johnny reckoned she was guessing.

“Take care of yourself,” he bid.

“You too,” she whispered.

“Goodbye, Shandra.”

“’Bye, Johnny.”

He didn’t hesitate to disconnect.

He also didn’t hesitate to do what he did next, something he knew he shouldn’t do after he got done talking to Shandra for the first time in three years.

He went to his texts, a specific number, and typed in, You remember how to get to the mill?

He moved to the car he was working on but didn’t get the chance to get stuck in because Izzy texted him back.

It’s driving yonder until you hit a dirt road and then you drive on that until you hit a stone building with a water wheel.

Yes, he shouldn’t have texted her after he spoke with Shandra for the first time in three years.

This was because the smile her text gave him felt wrong, twisted, corrupt.

He had to exit her life.

He had to do it tomorrow night over dinner.

Hell, he should ask her to meet him at Home and tell her there, not make her come all the way out to the mill for him to share what hadn’t really started and could never have been was over.

He didn’t change their plans.

You missed about three turns, he texted back.

Whoops, she replied.

Oh yeah.

He had to exit her life.

Save me from happening onto a lunatic with an underground bunker who’s going to hold me captive and force me to make babies so he can build a flock of crazies and send me directions, she went on.

Fuck yeah.

He had to get the hell out of Eliza’s life.