19. Chapter 19
Last night the letter that would’ve set Lindsey free hastily poured from her hand.
Then, since leaving on a bus in the middle of the night was crazy, she went back out to knock on Jase’s door. He’d said she should holler if she needed anything, right? A five minute chat and another cold beer might change her mind.
She didn’t get a chance to knock. Lindsey hadn’t heard him leave though the paper-thin walls, but the woman’s laughter reached her from clear across the parking lot.
There was no mistaking Jase Young lip-locked with a brunette who pushed him around the side of the bar, lifting his T-shirt over his head.
Lindsey got a glimpse of eagle wings tattooed across his upper back before the lovers disappeared behind the dumpsters.
She didn’t know why she was surprised. He was living up to everything Graham ever told her about him. And catching Jase being…well…Jase was no reason to rush back into her room and chuck her journal against the wall.
These men. This place. What the hell was she doing here?
Bending to retrieve the journal from a red stain in the carpet she hoped was wine, Lindsey got her answer. The pages had fluttered open to an inscription in the back. Another message from Jason Sr. that gave her something to hold on to now that every other reason to stay was too slippery to grasp.
Today, after the wrong brother—fully clothed, at least—brought her coffee, her own letter practically begged to be ripped from the journal and left under the station wagon’s windshield wiper. Jason’s latest promise didn’t quite feel like enough.
I’ve asked a lot of you. Some of it isn’t fair. You should know you’re not here for me or for them. You’re here for the finale, kid.
And I’ve got one hell of an ending planned.