It wasn’t like they were married. It was like they were enemies legally bound together. This made Chace go about his life as if he wasn’t married. And it wore Misty down. It was strange, it was sad and, in the end, it was tragic.
There was more talk after she died. Speculation that she was wound up in all the goings-on at the Police Station with dirty cops and corruption. Especially since it was found out to be true what everyone already knew, that she lied about Ty Walker’s alibi. So folks figured that Chace somehow got caught up in all that and Misty somehow got Chace out of the deal. But no one really knew the true story.
After Misty died and all that stuff at the Station was brought out in the open, Lexie came to the library with the obvious intent to be my friend (for some reason). But even though I knew she knew Chace, like, for real, spending actual time in his presence instead of just seeing him around, she’d never shared. She just counseled me, frequently, to have a go at Chace, telling me she was certain he was into me.
As often as she informed me of this, he never gave any indication of it. In fact, after his wife was murdered it was the first time he showed that he might care about her. It was clear it disturbed him, not a little, a lot. Of course, anyone being murdered would, even a wife you didn’t much like who may have trapped you into marriage. And now I knew this to be true since now I knew he hung out in the dead of night in the cold at the spot where she was killed.
Seven months had passed and he wasn’t shaking it off. And he was also hanging out at Harker’s Wood in the middle of the night. So maybe everyone was wrong about Misty and Chace. Maybe, out there in the crazy world where things were messed up and not nice, a world, Chace was right, I didn’t spend a lot of time in for a reason, they had something. Something it couldn’t be denied was twisted. But it clearly was something.
So, in the end, I’d spent so much time admiring Chace from afar, and living in my books, time just got away from me. And now I was twenty-nine years old and still a virgin.
And also, I’d finally spoken words directly to the man I fell in love with at sixteen and I’d done it twice.
The first time he was not nice. And he was definitely no hero.
The second time, well, the second time, I didn’t get. I’d heard the term “mixed messages” and now I understood it.
Boy, did I ever.
“What were you doin’ up there in Harker’s Wood anyway?” Krystal asked, taking me from my thoughts and I blinked before I focused on her.
It then occurred to me, belatedly, that I probably shouldn’t have told them that part.
“Oh God,” Lexie whispered, leaning toward me over the counter, “are you stalking him?”
Oh no. Now I had to lie.
I didn’t like lying. I also didn’t like cursing which Chace, I was surprised to discover, did with great frequency. I further didn’t like any kind of cheating, the on tests kind, the in life kind or the in relationships kind, the latter something else Chace did with openness and, again, great frequency.
At least he wasn’t in on all that dirty stuff at the Station but instead had put himself in grave danger to uncover the corruption and sweep it free from the Carnal Police Department. That bit, I decided, forgave some of his other obvious sins.
“Are you?” Laurie asked, also leaning toward me. “Stalking him, that is?”
I wasn’t. I had no idea he was out there. I was out there for something else. Something I’d gone out there several times to do. Something I couldn’t share.
So I had to lie.
“Actually, Harker’s Wood is kind of my place,” I told them. “I go out there a lot. Always did.”
Lie!
Lexie’s brows drew together and her head twitched. “Really?”
“Uh… yeah,” I replied.
Another lie.
“At two in the morning?” Krystal asked and my eyes moved to her. Her arms were crossed on her large bosoms and her brows were drawn together too. Though hers were a bit scarier.
“Sometimes. If I can’t sleep,” I answered.
“You can’t sleep?” Laurie queried quietly and I bit my lip because this wasn’t true either. I slept like a baby. Dropped off, usually with a book in my hand, and was out until the alarm clock went.
I stopped biting my lip and whispered another lie, “Yeah.”
There it was. One lie led to another then another and another and then you were drowning in them.
“I had trouble sleeping all my life,” Laurie told me then grinned. “Tate fixed that.”
“I bet,” Krystal muttered.
“And I bet Chace would find ways to keep you from driving up the mountain to Harker’s Wood in the middle of the night if you had trouble sleeping,” Lexie put in.
I didn’t want to think about that.