The Wild Ones (25 page)
Daddy walks around to sit in the chair behind his desk, the ever in-control Jack Hines. I plop down in the chair across from him.
“Tell me what you’ve heard.”
“Tell me what you know.”
“No, I want to hear what you’ve heard. I’ll tell you whether or not it’s true.”
“How about you just tell me the truth, the whole story? That way you don’t have to worry about what anybody else said or knows.”
“Cami, don’t be—”
“Dad!” I snap. It gets his attention. Not only do I rarely ever take a tone with him, I never call him “Dad.” “Just tell me. The truth. All of it.”
He leans back in his chair and tents his fingers against his mouth, watching me over top of them. I know he’s debating on how much to tell me, what to leave out, wondering how much I know.
“If you don’t tell me everything, I’ll just have to believe whatever else I find out. If you won’t tell me, someone else will.”
After a long pause, he speaks.
“Yes, I knew Brad Henley. We were business partners a long time ago.”
Well, at least it’s a start.
“What happened?”
He sighs angrily. “Cami—”
“Tell me. I deserve to hear the truth from you, my father. Not from someone else.”
“Cami, it was a long time ago. Neither your mother nor I wanted to burden you with something like that. And, as you can imagine, it took us a while to work through it. It’s not a time I like reliving.”
A stab of guilt. Maybe that’s why my father has changed so much since I was little. He’s had a lot of disappointment to live with.
“I don’t doubt that it’s painful, Daddy, but it’s something I would’ve liked to hear from you. I’m a part of this family, too, ya know.”
He hangs his head and I feel even worse. But I have to know.
“I know. And I’ll tell you about Brad. And about the horses, but the rest you need to hear from your mother. It’s not my story to tell.”
I listen quietly as my father validates everything Trick told me, everything I’d accused him of lying about, and obliterates the perfect childhood I’d always thought I’d had.
CHAPTER THIRTY SIX- Trick
I can’t drive far enough or fast enough to escape the hurt and the anger and the disgust I saw in Cami’s eyes. Since I’ve known her, I’ve watched them go from curious to interested to passionate to what I believe was loving. But there was no sign of that this morning. And it’s that marked absence that’s killing me now.
I question myself over and over again. Did I really need to tell her? Would she ever have found out if I hadn’t? Was it worth hurting her and losing her to tell her the truth? Could she have gone her whole life and been fine not knowing?
I feel like I could’ve. Gone the rest of my life without knowing, that is, which makes me suspect she could’ve, too. And that makes it even harder to swallow. How could I be so stupid?
But then, as they have a thousand times, Mom’s words go through my mind. Looking at Cami is painful for her. It brings back too many bad memories. Cami looks almost exactly like her mother, only younger. More like what Cherlynn must’ve looked like when she tore my mother’s world apart.
I push back the bitterness. It has no place in my present. It won’t change anything. It will only taint what happiness there could be in my future. And it’s not worth it. It’s not worth what I feel like it’s already cost me—Cami.
I force my thoughts back to the things I can control, the things I
must
control—my family and my responsibility to them. I feel it now more than ever. I’ll be damned if I’ll be the second man to betray them in life. There’s no way in hell.
And, just like that, the decision is made. I know exactly what I have to do. Turning left at the next stop sign, I head North. Toward Rusty’s.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN- Cami
I feel like a zombie after talking to my father. I’m almost halfway to the club before I realize that I can’t approach my mother about something so sensitive there. I pull over and park in an empty space in a McDonald’s lot and I dial her number on my cell phone. When she answers, I cut to the chase.
“Mom, I need to talk to you. And it can’t wait. It’s about Brad. Can I come pick you up?”
There is a long pause on the other end of the line. She’s so quiet, I wonder if the connection got dropped. I pull the phone away from my ear to see if the seconds are still ticking by. And they are. She’s just silent.
Finally she answers. “Of course. I’ll be waiting out front. How long will you be?”
“Give me fifteen minutes.”
Thirteen minutes later, I’m slowing to a stop in front of my mother, who’s waiting patiently and demurely beneath the grand front entrance of the country club. I unlock the door and she gets in. She looks at me and smiles a small, sad smile. My lips are frozen. I’ve got no return smile for her. In a way, I feel like I don’t even know her.
Looking away, I shift into gear and focus on the road.
“Where are we going?”
“I thought we could grab some coffee and talk.”
“Okay,” she says slowly. “Do you want to ask me anything now?”
She’s impatient. She’s feeling the uncomfortable prickle of the situation and, being the non-confrontational type person she is, she wants to get it over with and move on. She hates drama.
But today, she’s going to get it anyway.
“No. I’ll wait.”
Let her squirm.
I don’t rush. Perversely, I want to make her suffer a little. It seems like she’s gotten off the hook with barely a scratch, meanwhile practically everyone around her has suffered. Or is suffering. Or will suffer.
The more I think about it, the angrier I get, so much so that torturing her with a wait doesn’t seem as important as the answers.
“How? How could you do that to Daddy? To us? Did we mean so little to you?”
I glance at her, more to make sure my barbs hit their mark than anything else. I see tears in her eyes. Some small part of me feels satisfied that I’ve been able to hurt her just a little bit.
“I swear to you, Cami, I didn’t plan it. I never meant to hurt anyone, especially you. You’ve always been my world.”
This is news to me.
“I fell in love. I didn’t mean to. It just happened. I tried to ignore it and deny it, but…” She turns in her seat to face me, her expression a pleading one. “Surely you can understand. I saw you with Trick. What if you’d been married to Brent when you met him? Can you just put yourself in that position long enough to see that sometimes the heart has terrible timing?”
“But I’m
not
married, Mom. You were. And you had me. Whatever happened to ‘just say no’?”
“I did. For almost two years. But it only got harder with time. I tried to stay away from him, to forget him, but the more I tried, the worse it got. I loved him, Cami. You have to understand that only the most powerful emotions in life could’ve made me betray your father.”
“And me.”
She lowers her head. “And you.”
“Is that why you acted so funny when you met Trick?”
She turns to look out the window. “Sweet Lord, he looks so much like his father. I felt like someone knocked the breath out of me when I saw him standing there with you. It was like looking at a picture of us, together, all those years ago.” During her long pause, I see her chin tremble. “I knew what Jack had done in hiring him. I knew why he needed to. He’s always felt like we—or, more to the point, I—was responsible for all the hardships LeeAnne faced after Brad killed himself. And he’s right, of course. It was his way of helping her when no one else was around to do it. He offered her money and horses, help, anything, but she wouldn’t take it. None of it. But she agreed to let Trick come and do what he loved, what his father had taught him to do, for a generous wage. She wanted to give him that experience, that good start in life.”
When she’s finished, I keep expecting her to say something else. But she doesn’t. “And that makes it all better? That makes up for…everything? Everything that happened? Everything you’ve been hiding? All the lives you ruined?”
She turns her tortured expression on me. “Of course not. Nothing will. Nothing
can.”
Mom leans her head back against the head rest. “No amount of regret or apologizing can undo what’s been done. And, of course, nothing can ever bring Brad back. If I’d known how it would all turn out…”
“Well, what did you think would happen, Mom? Did you ever think for one second that it might end
well?”
Her laugh is a short, bitter bark. “I didn’t think that far ahead, Cami. I loved him. I wanted to be with him. I was willing to put life and reality on hold for as long as I could to be with him.”
“Then what happened? Why did it end?”
“LeeAnne found out. Nearly had a nervous breakdown. He promised her he’d stop seeing me, although he didn’t. Not at first. We just couldn’t stay away from each other. One day you’ll know what it’s like to love someone like that, to want to be with them every second of every day, to crave their company and their touch more than anyone else’s. But LeeAnne must’ve known that, too. After a few weeks, she went to Jack and told him. The day Brad told me what she’d done was the last day I saw him alive.”
I can hear the devastation in her voice and it pricks my heart. Just a little. I
do
know how she feels. I feel like that about Trick. Maybe there’s some weakness for Henley men in our blood. Even as horrified as I am about what she did, I can still picture myself in her shoes, risking everything to be with Trick.
I pull into a parking spot in the strip mall lot, right outside the coffee shop. But I don’t cut the engine. I don’t feel like going in anymore. I feel like running to Trick and asking him to forgive me for not believing him, for being so nasty. For the part my parents played in the events that led to his father’s suicide.
As backward as it sounds, love had nearly destroyed two complete families. I don’t want to let the past ruin any more lives, any more futures. It would be like giving in to a curse if I let Trick go without a fight, without at least telling him I’m sorry and that I’m in love with him.
I back out of my parking space.
“Aren’t we going in? Where are you going?”
“To find Trick. I’m not going to let this, let
you
and
your
mistakes ruin my life.”
“I wouldn’t want for you to. That’s why we never told you. I had hoped you’d never find out.”
“Well, obviously the better choice would’ve been to be faithful to your marriage, to your family, but hey!”
From the corner of my eye, I see her flinch and I regret my sarcasm. I know she’s had to live in a hell of sorts all these years, but that isn’t making me feel better at the moment.
“You might never have met Trick then. Would you trade him in order to undo the past?”
That’s a question I can’t answer.
********
Trick’s car isn’t in the driveway when I pull up. I debate whether or not I should just leave, but before I can back out, LeeAnne, Trick’s mother, steps out on the front porch of the tiny brick ranch and motions me inside.
I turn off the engine and pull the keys from the ignition. My heart stutters inside my chest, fear making me feel jittery. My hand is shaking as I reach for the door handle, but I make myself get out and walk to the door. If ever there was a time to be brave, it’s now.
Before I reach her, she turns and walks inside. I take a deep breath and pull open the screen door, following her inside. I can hear her talking in a hushed voice. I hear another voice, the higher voice of a child, respond. She’s talking to Grace. When she returns to the kitchen, she stops right inside the door, leaning against the jamb like she’s afraid to get close to me. Like I might be contagious. Or toxic.
“Trick’s not here,” she offers without preamble. “I don’t know if he’s coming back.”
The bottom drops out of my stomach. “Where did he go?”
“I’m not sure. Probably to sell his car since he had to leave his job.”
Clearly, she blames me for that.
“Him and his daddy worked on that car every weekend for months getting it restored. Trick finished it after Brad died. It’s got to be worth a small fortune, but I made him promise me when he got back he wouldn’t sell it. He said he’d hold off as long as he could. But now…”
More guilt piles on. “Maybe if I could find him and talk to him, he wouldn’t—”
“Oh, honey, he doesn’t want to talk to you. You had your chance, but fate took its course and gave him just enough time to realize what a mistake it would be. He came to his senses before it was too late and for that I’m thankful. Our families have too much bad blood as it is. I don’t want that tainting Trick’s future. He’s a good kid. Smart, handsome, funny, hard-working. He’ll go places. As long as he can keep his head on straight and stick with the right kinds of people.”
She’s not pulling any punches about how she feels about me and my family. It hurts, but I understand where it’s coming from.
“Is this your decision or Trick’s?”
“Trick’s a grown man. He makes his own decisions. He’s smart enough to see the writing on the wall. That’s why he’s not coming back. Not for a long time. He’ll go and make something of himself. He doesn’t need Hines help for that. He’s strong.”
I feel tears burning at the backs of my eyes. “But if I could just—”
“He’s gone. Let him go. Let our family heal. It’s what he wants. Don’t embarrass yourself.”
A ten-inch knife to the heart couldn’t hurt any worse. I feel like someone is cutting out my soul and setting fire to everything that makes me happy, to everything that ever
could
make me happy.
“Could you tell him…” I trail off. It’s no use. If she even agreed to give him a message, which I doubt she would, there’s no guarantee that she’s wrong, that Trick would want to hear from me. No, if he wants me, he’ll come back for me. He knows where to find me.
Without another word, I turn to the door and open the screen, stepping out onto the porch. Before I let it shut behind me, I look back at LeeAnne Henley. She looks sad and broken and beaten. Just like I feel.
“If it matters at all, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything that I had nothing to do with and for all the pain my family has caused yours. But I can’t be sorry for loving Trick. I feel bad for having a good life, but he’s still the best thing to ever happen to me.”
Although she looks unaffected, she nods once. Without having to ask, I know that’s all I’ll get from her. I let the door fall shut behind me and walk away.
