Page 30 of Son of a Preacher Man
He pursed his lips, and pulling at his beard, Kodiak nodded.
Her drawn-on eyebrow quirked. “Have you responded to him?”
Stupid question.
“Fuck, no.” He sniggered. “Don’t even read them.”
“Why not?”
Not deserving of an answer, Kodiak hit his vape pen instead.
“Ignoring him won’t make the past go away,” she said. He’d heard it a million times before. “Close the circle.”
“I didn’t open it,” he seethed, the words gritting through his teeth.
“Doesn’t matter,” Babs countered, wagging her finger at Kodiak through the screen. She tapped on her chest. “You’re holding onto it all in there somewhere. The psychological weight of that adds up. And what of Linnea?”
“What about her? The man is as good as dead to both of us. I just need to forget…”
…everything.
He couldn’t, though.
“You need to forgive yourself too.”
He couldn’t do that either.
“Are we done here?”
“For today.” She lit another cigarette. “Close the circle.”
“Is this a bad time?”
Bo sat at the piano, fingers hovering over the keys. “Never.” He swung his legs around the bench, that endearing grin on his face. “Just playing around while I wait for Emmy to wake up from her nap. Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” Kodiak assured him, planting his ass on the sofa in Bo’s music room. “Going to Linnea’s. Thought I’d pop by and see you first.”
“How’s our girl?”
He shrugged.
Chewing on his lip, Bo nodded. “And what about you?”
Not sure how to answer that, Kodiak lifted his brow, then dropping his shoulders, he exhaled.
“Talk to me, man.” Taking a seat next to him, Bo yanked on the ends of his hair. “That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?”
“I got another email from Jarrid.”
“The fuck?” He cocked his head, wrinkling his nose. “Delete that shit.”
“I did,” Kodiak assured him.
“What the hell does he want? And why now all of a sudden?”
Don’t know. Don’t care.
“No idea.” He sniggered. “Barbara thinks I should speak to him.”
