I'm Yours by Jennifer Van Wyk

Author:Jennifer Van Wyk [Van Wyk, Jennifer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-11-10T16:00:00+00:00

Oh, shit. I forgot that was the first thing on the list.

“Explain.” His voice is stern and expression hard, borderline angry.

My first instinct is to get pissed as his bossiness. Who the hell does he think he is to demand an explanation? He wasn’t here. He has no idea what I was going through.

“What about it?” I ask innocently, trying to keep my face neutral.

“Cut the shit, Sadie. You’re the one who put it on the list. If you didn’t want to explain how that happened, you wouldn’t have listed it.”

He’s right. Dammit. But still… he doesn’t have to be a rude dick about it.

“You’re right. I do want to tell you about that time of my life. But next time how about you ask a little nicer?”

“Can you blame me? I’m a little shocked.”

“I get that, I do. But, Reed, you don’t have a right to treat me that way.”

His dark eyes grow sad when he says quietly, “I used to know everything about you. I hate that you have a list of shit that I don’t know so I can hear about your past. I should have been involved in those years.”

It’s funny. I thought that maybe he’d moved on from that. He was married. Had a daughter. I assumed he no longer cared and that he stayed away because I wasn’t a blip on his radar any longer. Maybe I assumed wrong.

Our breakfasts are placed in front of us but I’m no longer hungry and by the way Reed doesn’t dive right into his, neither is he. He stares down at the table, gripping his fork so tightly I’m afraid it will crumble in his hand.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper.

He shakes his head, still not looking up at me. I watch as his chest rises and falls and feel the table tremble as if his knee is bobbing beneath it. Eventually he places the fork down and leans back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest, he looks around the mostly empty diner and when his eyes return to me, it seems as those the cloud that settled over him moments ago has already lifted.

“The first thing I’d like you to tell me about is how you got into…” he can’t finish the sentence. Swallows hard and looks like saying the word stripper would make him physically ill. “If that’s okay with you. If you’re comfortable with that, I mean.”

I nod and eat a chunk of potato. It goes down like a rock. “In order to explain that, I need to tell you about my mom first. I know I told you to number everything but…” I blow out a breath and shake my head. “She has bipolar disorder. She was diagnosed years ago but wouldn’t go on her medication to stabilize her mood episodes. I found out the night I got drunk on Red Bull and UV Blue.”

Realization dawns and his eyes shudder closed. “I knew something major happened. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I knew you’d think you needed to fix it and truth is, I couldn’t accept your help.

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