“And what?”
He folded his arms and lifted his chin. “And I took care of him.” His brows popped up when he said “took care of,” and I knew what he meant. “Not long after that, I was offered a job as a bounty hunter. I made a career out of tracking down the worst kind of men. It was too dangerous for me to stay here.”
“If you took care of him, then where was the danger?”
“I took care of the killer, not the man responsible for putting the hit on Wes.” Austin rocked on his heels and briefly grasped his talisman before dropping it again. His cheeks were red from the heat and he rubbed his jaw, looking around. “Sorry, I can’t explain everything to you here.”
“Cat and mouse. I see how this is going to be.”
I tried to hop down, but he stepped so close I had nowhere to go. Austin flattened his hands on either side of my legs. An electric charge hummed between us—or at least it felt that way. Maybe it was just me, or the vibration of the nearby appliances, but something felt so very different about Austin and I couldn’t put my finger on it.
He leaned in close. Hard. His chest pushed out and we were nose to nose.
“I didn’t say I won’t tell you everything, I just can’t do it here.” His eyes motioned to the people sitting nearby.
And then it happened. A shift in the way he looked at me. His clear eyes softened and his nose twitched as if he smelled a perfume I wasn’t wearing. His eyes hooded and I leaned away, uncertain of how I felt about him looking at me like that. Austin was my brother’s best friend.
But then again, Wes wasn’t here. And we weren’t teenagers anymore.
A couple of young women by the door giggled and broke the silence between us. Austin backed up, tossing his bloody shirt into a nearby trash can.
“You just going to walk around like that?” I asked, as he was the only half-naked man in the Laundromat. Not that the two women by the door raised any complaint.
He answered my question by sitting down in one of the plastic bucket chairs in front of me, casually spreading his arms across the back of the seats and widening his legs. Whenever he was in one of his thinking moods, Austin’s brows pushed together and formed a crease in the center of his forehead.
When we were younger, it made him look pensive and angry. Now it just made him intimidating.
“So, are you married?” I tapped the back of my flip-flops against the washer and watched his Adam’s apple undulate as he swallowed. The hum of the machines gave us a little privacy.
“No. I never settled down,” he admitted.
Then he flicked a hot gaze up to me and I shivered.
“Casey got married,” I blurted out.
Now he looked interested. Slightly. Casey was the girl he’d dated off and on in high school. I had a feeling they still hooked up after high school, although I had no proof, just friends who’d seen them together in random places.
“Good for her. She got kids?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I just heard she married a year after… Well, not long after you left.”
Austin was never one for small talk; he had always preferred deeper conversations. So his uncharacteristic silence put me on edge. Something was on his mind, and by the way he kept looking at me, it wasn’t about Wes’s death.
“Why were you crying?” He didn’t move an inch. Just kept his eyes locked on mine.
I cocked my head to the side.
“At the pizza place,” he said.
Oh. That.
“My ex showed up. I flipped out a little.”
The ropes of muscle in his arms tightened, as did his jaw. “You’re divorced?”
“No, I never married.”
Now Austin looked pissed. He leaned forward and scraped his fingers through his hair, staring at the tacky pattern on the floor tiles.
“How’re your parents doing?” he asked, switching topics.
“Mom’s great. She doesn’t work as much as she used to. I’m sure dad’s great too. Wherever he is.”
His head snapped up. “What do you mean by that?”
“My dad left us.”
He stood up and erased the distance between us. “When?”
I laced my fingers together. “About four years ago. I don’t know.”
“He left?”
“Yep. One day he packed up all his shit and told my mom he’d had enough. It came out of the blue because I don’t remember hearing them argue that much, but I wasn’t living at home at the time. Who knows what was going on; she never talks about it.”
“He left his wife and daughter unprotected?” Austin repeated through clenched teeth.
I narrowed my eyes. “Yeah. Sound familiar?”
A low growl vibrated in his throat. “I had no choice. It was the only way to keep your family safe.”