“Through the trenches…?” I say. “What does that mean?”
Daren turns around a few times. “Maybe there are some trenches dug out around the ranch somewhere?” His attitude seems lighter now that we’ve read the note, and I breathe a little easier.
We search the grounds, sweating under the hot afternoon sun, but find nothing even remotely close to a trench.
I bite my lip. “Maybe he has some trenches around his garden back at his house?”
Daren shakes his head. “I practically built that garden. No trenches.”
We brainstorm a while longer but can’t come up with any solid ideas.
Daren kicks at the ground and curses. “This is so fucking annoying.” He throws his arms out. “Why couldn’t he just tell us where to go? Why did he have to make it so goddamn impossible with our cuffed wrists and these stupid hints?”
“I don’t know.” I shrug. “Let’s keep thinking. Maybe he meant—”
“No.” He shakes his head. “This is dumb. We don’t even know how much money we’re jumping all these hurdles for. For all we know, your dad left us a quarter.”
“Maybe, but I really think—”
“And the handcuffs! Why?” he says with dark eyes, pissed. “Why did he ever think this would be a good idea?” He jiggles our handcuffs somewhat aggressively.
I narrow my eyes. “Why are you in such a bad mood?”
He glowers at me. “No reason.”
“Then quit bitching and help me figure this clue out,” I snap.
His sour attitude doesn’t make any sense. If he wants outs, I already offered to cut off the cuffs. And if he’s scared I’m going to get clingy, he can relax since I told him last night wasn’t any big deal. I eye him for a moment. Maybe something else is going on here? Maybe something happened between him and his dad to set him off? I’m so confused.
Forty-five minutes and two mini dust tornados later, we still have no idea what “through the trenches” means. And now we’re covered in dirt that clings to our faces and limbs thanks to the sticky sweat glistening on our skin.
Another gust of wind blows more dust into my hair and eyes and I swat it away angrily. Daren swats at the dirty wind, accidentally meets my eyes, and quickly looks away with a scowl as he wipes his brow.
Now I’m convinced his sour attitude is because of what happened between us. The bastard can’t even look me in the eye.
“Maybe he meant a different kind of trench. Like a war trench,” Daren suggests.
I scoff. “Yeah, I’m sure he wants us to trek through a battlefield and go digging through some war trenches.”
He juts his chin. “Do you have any better ideas? Because all you’ve done for the past twenty minutes is complain. It’s hot. I’m tired.” He scowls. “What is your deal?”
“What is your deal?” I say. “You’re the one who’s been in a pissy mood all morning and hasn’t spoken to me since we left your dad.”
He snaps, “Why do you keep bringing up my personal shit? It’s none of your damn business. Can’t you just forget about my life for one fucking second?”
I scoff. “Not a problem. Consider yourself forgotten.”
He scoffs back. “I already have.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I pull back, struggling to decode his expression. I shift my jaw. “Is this about last night?”
“Nope. Last night was no big deal and nothing happened,” he says with contempt. “Nothing that mattered, anyway.”
His words cut deep—deeper than I’d like to admit—and he doesn’t even look remorseful.
My mouth falls open. “What a shitty thing to say.”
“Shittier than you using me to get your daddy’s money?”
“What?” I shake my head in disbelief. “If anyone is being used it’s me. You’re just using me to get the money—and maybe get lucky along the way,” I snap.
He looks like I just slapped him. And in a way I guess I did.
His face falls. “Are you for real right now?”
I don’t really think he’s been using me. If anything, I think he just doesn’t know what to do with me. But his words still sting and I’m too hurt to care about his feelings.
I shrug. “Well that’s what you do, isn’t it? You’re an opportunist, trying to get laid at every corner.”
He clenches his jaw and angrily nods. “Yep. Yeah. You’ve got me all figured out. I found out we were going to be handcuffed together and I was like, ‘You know what? This would be a great opportunity for me to get in frigid little Kayla’s pants.’ ” He scoffs. “I’m not the one who was practically begging for it.”
“Excuse me?”
“Oh please. You spread your legs and practically begged me to do you.”
My throat closes in as I feel all the blood rush to my face. I’m embarrassed and furious, but mostly I’m in pain. My heart aches like he’s stabbed a butcher knife into its core and is mercilessly twisting. All I want to do is hurt him back.
I glare at him. “Don’t flatter yourself.” And just because I’m a horrible person, I add, “I felt sorry for you, that’s all. You’re homeless, for God’s sake. You sleep on the floor and can’t even afford to eat. You have no future and any women who knew the truth about you would run away screaming. Nobody wants you, so I felt bad. It was going to be a pity lay.”
Oh God. I went too far. The look of heartbreak on his face cuts into my lungs, making it hard to breathe as I watch his every fear claw at his self-esteem, stripping him down into the tattered shreds of worthlessness he already thinks he is.
I open my mouth to apologize but he cuts me off before words can form.
“Well good thing it didn’t happen then.” His face turns to stone. “It was just going to be a victory lay for me. Just another notch on my belt. But now? Meh.” He shrugs. “You’re not really worth my time. There’s really nothing to you except some tits and an ass. And I can get that anywhere.”
Pain.
Pure, black pain. That’s what this is.
We’re piercing each other, one sharp arrow of insecurity after another, puncturing holes in our already ruined facades. I’m pissed and hurt, and on the verge of tears. All I want to do is run away from him. Goddamn these fucking handcuffs!
I swallow and try to keep my tears at bay. “You know what?” I say calmly. “I don’t really need the money. We’re stuck and can’t figure out the clue anyway.” I look him over. “I’m done.”
He shifts his jaw and looks me over as well. “Me too.”
More pain.