My own vision narrowed, I opened my stance and took a few controlling breaths. Who the fuck did this guy think he was? “I can’t be bought off. If it wasn’t for me, Annie would still be shooting up heroin and screwing strangers. You think I’m scum?” I sneered. “You should’ve seen her pimp.” I ripped up the check, went back inside, and charged toward the front door.
No one was going to tell me how to live my life and who I could see.
I needed to get the fuck out of there.
Annie was waiting in the dining room, her mother close by her side. Their heads both shot in my direction as I strode through the perfectly appointed kitchen and then past them. I ignored the smirk on her mother's face and the frown on Annie's.
“Are you leaving?" She called after me. "We haven’t even eaten yet.”
“I’m going to go, Annie. You got what you wanted. I met your dad. This is done. It should have been done at the embassy. I made a mistake coming here with you. I'm nothing to you."
Her eyes flared and her hand shot out to grasp at the material of my shirt. "Excuse me, Patrick, but after all we've been through I consider you a friend. One of the only ones that I have left. I thought dinner with my family would be a nice gesture, since I have no other way to thank the man that saved my life." Her voice lowered to a growl. "So excuse me for trying to be nice."
Fuck. "Annie—"
"No," she shouted and her parents came up behind her. Her father laid a protective hand on her shoulder. "No, Patrick." She shook her head and bit her quivering lip. "Excuse me."
Then she was gone. Again.
Her father gave me a knowing look, but I didn't have time for his fucking shit. I knew I was an asshole. That I could probably use a year or two on the couch of some shrink, but a girl like Annie didn't deserve my callous behavior. Not when she was trying to readjust to her normal life and her dad was a complete pretentious jackass.
I felt like a fucking dick.
I took the stairs behind her two at a time and followed her into a room, where she sat down on the bed, her shoulders hunched inward, hands lying limply on her lap, the ghost of tears still wet on her cheeks.
“This is my bedroom," she whispered.
I glanced around the room. Its stark white walls had weird pictures of Victorian children in frames above the sleigh bed, and tiny little porcelain dolls arranged on an antique vanity. It reeked of a combination of mothballs and potpourri. “Your room? Are you eighty? This place is creepy. You actually sleep in here? No wonder you have nightmares.”
She gave me a dazed expression. The same one that I had seen back on the boat. “Well, my mom had redecorated it after I went missing—used it as a guest room. I understand, I guess. I mean, they had declared me legally dead. For insurance and stuff. I don’t see the point in redecorating it. I’m going to move out at some point. I don’t really feel safe here.”
Don’t even think about inviting her to stay with you, Walsh. Get this dinner over with and move on.
“How do you not feel safe in your own home? Didn’t you grow up here?”
“Yes.” She stroked the flowery bedspread. “But my parents had it completely renovated after I was taken. They sued the cruise line and received the life insurance settlement. I can’t say I blame them.”
What the fuck was wrong with her family? I didn’t understand rich people. My mom worked two jobs to support me. She still lived in the same crappy thirteen hundred square foot house I grew up in back in Sacramento. Even when I brought my ex-fiancée back home to meet her, she hadn’t changed one thing about my room. Hadn’t Annie’s parents wanted something to remember her by when they thought they’d lost her forever?
I swallowed around the knot in my throat. Fuck this was precisely why I wanted to sever all ties back at the embassy. "Look, I didn't mean to come off as a dick."
She shot me a wry look and I laughed.
"Okay, fine. Maybe I did. But you have to understand that I don't fit in your fucking life. Look where you live. Who your parents are? This isn't my life, Annie. Far from it. You're just getting started again and you shouldn't pin all of your hopes on me. Give yourself and your future a fair chance. Please. For me."
Annie took a shuddering breath. "You're just the only person that doesn't still see me as the girl I used to be. You don't look at me like I crawled out of a hole. You make me feel safe."
I took a step closer so that my knees bumped hers. I lifted her chin with the tips of my fingers. "Look, shit happens. Thankfully, you got out of there in one piece. It's not going to be easy, that's for damn sure, but you've only been back a few months. You have to give it some time."
"You're probably right." She smiled up at me.
I followed her down the stairs to the entryway. Her parents hovered behind her. Her mother's face was botox-tense and the smile she wore was more of a sneer. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes and instead turned to pull Annie in a hug. They shared a look that I caught from over Annie's head. Fuck them. I didn't need their approval. If anything they should want their daughter to be happy considering what she'd been through.
I started walking out the door with every intention to put her and this entire fucking situation behind me. I would go home, down a six-pack and get back to my regular routine. I reached the door and turned to say goodbye, but couldn't force the words past my lips at the look of raw emotion on her face.
“Annie. Do you want to come to Vic’s party tomorrow? His mom is throwing it for all the Team guys. Kyle will be there too. I’m sure they’d love to see you.”
She shook her head. “No. I’m good. You don’t have to take care of me anymore, Pat. I’m fine. I appreciate you coming here but don’t feel like you have to hang out with me. I can take care of myself. I won’t bother you again.”
My gut clenched. I knew I’d been an asshole to her, but it wasn’t because I didn’t care about her. She was fucking hot, and I couldn’t stop thinking about her. And I didn’t pity her; I admired her strength. I just didn’t have a fucking clue where to go from here.
I looked into her eyes. “Hey. I want you to come tomorrow.”
She pursed her lips and stepped away from me. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
What did I expect? Maybe her father was right. I was just a painful reminder of her past. But if I was, I needed to hear it from her. “I need to see you tomorrow. Say yes.”
“Fine. I’ll come. Where should I meet you?”
I couldn’t tell if she was playing hard to get. “I’ll pick you up at five.”
“Sounds good. I’ll walk you out.”
We bypassed her parents and went down the hallway out into the yard and back down to the driveway. I got into my truck and drove away.
It wasn’t just that her family was loaded; I couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right with her family. And I was going to find out what it was. For Annie’s sake.
18.
I drove back up to her house to pick her up for Vic’s party. I hoped her dad wasn’t home but I honestly didn’t give a fuck. I doubted that he would tell me off in front of his daughter and risk looking like a fucking hypocrite.
I pulled up and she was waiting outside the gates. She pointed me to a parking space in front to the house. I looked up at the expansive glass windows, and could see her dad watching me. I wasn’t intimidated by him; he wanted to watch? I’d give him something to watch.
“Can we get some coffee first? There’s this great little shop up the street. I traded my addiction to heroin for caffeine.”