Page 47 of Sunday Morning
Eve scoffed. “You can’t be serious.”
“There are some things nobody should want to know.Momshould want to know if Dad is cheating on her, but I don’t think she’d wantusto know. I believe Violet would feel the same way. I think she’d be mortified if she found out I saw him in bed with another woman. So you can’t say anything. I just had to tell someone. Can you be a grownup about this and keep it between us?”
“Duh.” She rolled her eyes again. “Yes. I can keep yoursecret. But it doesn’t mean I agree with your decision. And if you tell anyone that you told me, I will deny it.”
I sat on the end of my bed and picked up the guitar. “I’m not telling anyone.” I plucked the strings. “It’s sad when the feelings you have for someone change and you don’t know why.” I closed my eyes and envisioned Isaac’s fingers, their placement, and their even-caressing of each string.
“You think Matt’s dad doesn’t love his mom anymore?”
I opened my eyes while my fingers kept playing. “No. I think he loves her. I just think he loves her differently.”
“What if she never finds out? What if she wastes the rest of her life with him, thinking he’s being loyal to her?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. Which is more important, honesty or kindness?”
“I think you should be both kind and honest.”
I grinned. “Yes, in a perfect world. But we don’t live in a perfect world, so is one always the right answer? If the kind answer to something is not the honest one, which do you want?”
“Which do you want?” she asked.
I thought of all the things Isaac said to me and how they made me feel, especially the things he said that made me feel good and I questioned his sincerity. I felt such a high that I didn’t want to know if he was being honest with me. “Depends,” I said. “But I can’t ask Violet if she wants to know if Wesley is cheating on her. And nobody’s going to ask me, so it’s not like I’m lying. I didn’t want to see that. I don’t want this responsibility.”
Eve grunted. “So you’re sharing the burden with me?”
I smirked. “Exactly.”
“Who taught you to play that?” She nodded to the guitar.
“Isaac.”
“Dad said we should keep an eye on Isaac. He knows the Army probably helped him, but he thinks Isaac might not be the best influence. I heard him tell Mom that he’s worried Isaac might rub off on Matt.”
I didn’t respond.
“But he’s really cute.” Eve bit her lip.
I stopped playing and shot my gaze to Eve and her flushed cheeks.
“Matt’s cute too, but Isaac is manly.” She sighed heavily. “Those tattoos. And he’s a rebel.”
I laughed. She wasn’t wrong. But I knew Matt would be much different in six years. He would bemanlytoo.
“I’m sad for Matt’s family,” Eve said just before opening the door.
My smile faded. “Me too.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
LEE HAZLEWOOD, “THESE BOOTS ARE MADE FOR WALKING”
“What the fuck, Sunday Morning?”The next afternoon, Isaac threw open the door to the farm stand.
There were no customers, but I don’t know if he knew that before spewing his expletive.
Fuck was the crudest of all swear words. Not only did I not say it, I didn’t think it.
Until Isaac …