Liz squeezed Jo’s arm. “You’re punishing yourself enough for all of us. It’s time to stop.”
“Will doesn’t think so.”
“Will’s a jackass,” Charlie said. “Most men are.”
“I was falling for him,” Jo admitted in a small voice. “I thought…” She sniffed. “I was a fool.”
Seeing her normally strong friend so defeated made Nevada feel as if the balance of the world had shifted. Nothing about this felt right. As soon as she got to work tomorrow, she was going to talk to Will and get it figured out. Yes, what Jo had confessed had been a lot for anyone to take in. But Nevada couldn’t believe he’d walked away without a word. There was a puzzle piece missing and she was going to find it.
THE FOLLOWING MORNING didn’t go as smoothly as Nevada would have liked. She woke up with a hangover, a testament to whomever had made the margaritas. A long shower, coffee and aspirin didn’t do much to take the edge off. The only thing that was going to help was drinking lots of water and the passage of time.
The drive to the job site ended with nearly half a mile of bumpy dirt road. Not only did the ride upset her stomach, it increased the intensity of her headache. By the time she walked into the trailer, she was ready to inflict her pain on others. Luckily, Will was at his desk.
An unwilling victim, she thought grimly. The best kind.
“What were you thinking?” she demanded, her voice a little quieter than she would have liked. Unfortunately, she couldn’t stand to talk any louder. “What is wrong with you? I trusted you with my friend and you hurt her.”
Will stood and faced her. He looked nearly as bad as Jo had, without the proof of tears.
“It’s not what you think,” he told her.
“You beg her to tell you about her past, hear about the mistake she’d made as a kid, and then dump her?”
He shifted from foot to foot. “You don’t understand.”
“Explain it to me.”
He stared at her. “I can’t.”
“You won’t.”
“Same thing.”
“It’s not the same thing. Why are you doing this? Why are you acting like this? It’s not like she’s not sorry. It’s been something like nineteen years and since then, she hasn’t done anything wrong. Who the hell are you to judge her?”
She wanted to hit something, mostly him. She wanted him to get it.
“Are you complaining about the woman she is now?” she demanded. “What part of her character are you judging?”
Tucker was at his desk as well. Although he was listening, he didn’t say anything. Smart man. She would deal with him later.
“You don’t understand,” Will began.
“You’re right, I don’t. Any of this. You might be disappointed in her, but that’s nothing when compared with how disappointed I am in you. I trusted you. Jo trusted you. But you’re a sham and you’re a jerk.”
Will stiffened, but didn’t respond. She turned her back on him and walked over to grab her hard hat.
“Nevada,” Tucker began.
She turned to him. “Really? You want to get in the middle of this?”
He studied her for a second, then shook his head.
She walked to the door and paused, hoping Will would say something. Maybe offer an explanation or an apology. There was only silence, so she left.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
“YOU’VE BEEN AVOIDING ME.”
Cat’s words were delivered in a matter-of-fact tone, but still made Nevada wince. Mostly because they were true.
“Things got complicated,” she said by way of feeble excuse. “After the explosion, with the gold being found and everything. There was a lot to coordinate. Then one of my friends was dumped by her boyfriend. It sucks.”
“Men can be pigs,” Cat said.
They were walking through the Halloween Festival, a celebration of all things fall and gifty and spooky. Booths piled with sweaters and jewelry nestled next to carts stacked with pumpkin cookies and caramel apples.
“I agree,” Nevada murmured, thinking she wanted to shake Will until he finally told her why he was being such a butthead. She was also annoyed with Tucker, mostly for standing up for his friend, and being male and guilty by association. Seeing as he was reasonably intelligent, he’d stayed out of her way. A good plan, because she was starting to miss him.
“I’ve been working,” Cat said. “Losing myself in the art. It’s very effective. No matter what I’m feeling, I channel it into what I’m doing. It’s probably why I’ve never had a committed relationship. I’ve never been able to hang on to intense feelings long enough.”
Nevada looked at her. “That’s very insightful.”
Cat smiled. “I have depths.”
“You do.”