I’m still looking out the window when I say, “It’ll be a book about my life, so I don’t see how it could.”
Ledger keeps his eyes on the road when he asks, “Do any of the letters talk about what happened the night Scotty died?”
I put space between his question and my answer. “Yes. One of them does.”
“Can I read it?”
“No.”
Ledger’s eyes meet mine briefly. Then he looks in front of him and flips on his blinker to turn onto my street. He pulls into a parking spot and leaves his truck running. I don’t know if I should get out immediately, or if there’s anything left to be said between us. I put my hand on the door handle.
“Thank you for the job.”
Ledger taps the steering wheel with his thumb and nods. “I’d say you earned it. The kitchen hasn’t been that organized since I’ve owned the building, and you’ve only worked one shift.”
His compliment feels good. I absorb it and then tell him good night.
As much as I want to look back at him when I get out of his truck, I keep my focus ahead of me. I listen for him to back out, but he doesn’t, which makes me think he watches me as I walk all the way up to my apartment.
Once I’m inside, Ivy immediately runs up to me. I pick her up and leave the lights off as I walk to the window to peek out.
Ledger is just sitting in his truck, staring up at my apartment. I immediately press my back against the wall next to the window. Finally, I hear his engine rev up as he backs out of the parking spot.
“Ivy,” I whisper, scratching her head. “What are we doing?”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
LEDGER
“Ledger!”
I glance up from packing the equipment, and I immediately start packing faster. The mom brigade is walking toward me. When they come at me in group formation like this, it’s never good. There are four of them, and they have matching chairs with each of their children’s names on the backs of them. They’re either going to tell me I’m not playing their kids enough, or they’re about to try to set me up with one of their single friends.
I glance at the playground, and Diem is still out there playing chase with two of her friends. Grace is keeping an eye on her, so I get the last helmet in the bag, but it’s too late to pretend I didn’t notice they were trying to get my attention.
Whitney speaks first. “We heard Diem’s mother showed back up.”
I make brief eye contact with her, but try not to show any sort of surprise that they know Kenna is in town. None of them actually knew Kenna in the brief time she dated Scotty. None of these women even knew Scotty.
But they know Diem, and they know me, and they know the story. So, they think they’re entitled to the truth. “Where’d you hear that?”
“Grace’s coworker told my aunt,” one of the mothers says.
“I can’t believe she actually had the nerve to come back,” Whitney says. “Grady said Grace and Patrick filed a restraining order.”
“They did?” I play dumb, because it’s better than letting them know how much I know. They’ll just ask more questions.
“You didn’t know?” Whitney asks.
“We talked about it. Wasn’t sure if they went through with it.”
“I don’t blame them,” she says. “What if she tries to take Diem?”
“She wouldn’t do that,” I say. I throw the bag in my truck and slam the tailgate shut.
“I wouldn’t put it past her,” Whitney says. “Addicts do crazy shit.”
“She isn’t an addict.” I say it too adamantly. Too quickly. I can see suspicion in Whitney’s eyes.
I wish Roman were at this game. He couldn’t make it today, and he’s usually my excuse to escape the mom brigade. Some of them are friends with Leah, so they don’t flirt with me directly, out of respect for her. But Roman isn’t off limits, so I usually leave him to the wolves when they show up.
“Tell Grady I said hello.” I walk away from them and head toward Grace and Diem.
I don’t know how to defend Kenna in these kinds of situations. I don’t know that I should. But it feels wrong allowing everyone to continue to think the worst of her.
I didn’t tell Kenna I was picking her up today, but I didn’t know I was until I was on my way to the bar and realized it was almost time for her shift at the grocery store to end.
I pull into the parking lot, and it’s not even two whole minutes before she walks outside. She doesn’t notice my truck. She walks toward the road, so I drive across the parking lot to intercept her.