Page 123 of Wright Together

“Thank God,” I breathed. Relief flooded my chest. “I was worried.”

“Sorry that I didn’t call before. It’s been…a wild twenty-four hours.”

“It’s fine. You said you needed to deal with it. I wanted you to do that.”

“Thanks. You said you wanted to help before I left. Do you still want to do that?”

I tilted my head in surprise. “Of course I do.”

“Any chance you have access to a truck?”

I thought about Jensen’s pickup sitting out front. “Probably.”

“Could you bring it to Midland?”

“When?” I asked.

She sighed. “Right now?”

As if I’d deny her anything.

“I’ll be there in two hours.”

She laughed at our old argument about the drive time. “It only takes an hour and a half to get here.”

“Ah, but I’m in Ransom Canyon.”

“What are you doing there?”

“It’s a long story. I’ll tell you when I get there.”

“All right.” She was silent for a moment before saying, “Thank you, Whitt.”

“Anything for you.”

34

Eve

“It’s not much stuff,” Bailey said.

We stood over the boxes that contained the entire contents of Bailey’s life. She was right. It really wasn’t much. But considering I’d figured out how to move everything in my place in two large suitcases, a few garbage bags of clothes, and a mattress strapped to the top of my 4Runner, this felt almost luxurious.

“It’s perfect.”

“He’s never going to let me take the furniture,” she whispered.

“He’s not going to have a choice.”

She looked so young and vulnerable in that moment. A waif of a girl who had let herself float into corruption and was finally seeing the light. It wasn’t going to always be easy, but this was the first time she’d admitted to her own folly.

And a plan had formed.

“If you say so.”

I put a trash bag around the bottom of the last of her clothes and tied it off at the top. “We should get this into my 4Runner. Have as much packed before Whitt gets here.”

“Any word?”