Page 77 of Other Woman Drama


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I gritted my teeth and ground them together for a few seconds before I said, “You’re not going back home. You’re going to stay with me. You’re going to sleep in my bed beside me. You’re going to forgive me for being an utter dumbass. And you’re going to give me a chance to explain.”

Her shoulders seemed to slump. “You hurt me, Webber.”

Back to Webber.

I sort of hated it.

I also hated that she’d pretty much gutted me with four words.

I’d hurt her.

I deserved to have this happen to me. Maybe if I’d been there, she wouldn’t have been alone. If I hadn’t gotten my head up my own ass where it came to her father, I would have settled that issue a long time ago.

“Just let me explain. I promise it’ll make sense.”

She sighed. “Fine. But when we’re back at your place. The truck is overwhelming. The engine is so loud it makes my head feel like it’s going to wobble off.”

I touched her chin, one of the only places on her face that wasn’t bruised, and said, “Okay, sweet girl.”

My elbow caught the glove box as I turned to shut the door, and the whole thing came off the hinges and fell at Silver’s feet.

She jolted, but I patted her thigh and said, “Just the glove box falling off. It’s okay.”

“Oh.” She laughed softly. Weakly. “That is such an old car problem. Mine hasn’t given up the ghost on me yet, though.”

I grinned despite the situation and picked up the box to put it back in place when something caught my eye.

I frowned and studied the papers for a few long seconds before I picked them up and flipped them over.

What I saw made my stomach burn.

Shoving the papers back inside, I made a mental note to check into them more when I wasn’t dealing with a crisis and put the glove box back into place.

As we drove, I periodically looked over at Silver, making sure that she was okay.

When we finally pulled into my driveway, I shut the truck off and watched and listened to her groan. “I think I might like how loud that truck is usually, but today it was torture.”

I slid out of Jasper’s truck—which I’d helped him put a full exhaust system in to make it that loud—and rounded the hood.

When I got to her, she had the door open, but she’d made no move to get out.

“Daddy, what’s going…oh my god!”

Eedie.

Eighteen

My patience is basically like a gift card. Not sure how much is left on it but we can give it a try.

—Webber to Silver

SILVER

Eedie came running up—I could practically feel the vibration from her flip-flops smacking against her feet—and I winced when she inhaled sharply and said, “What happened?”

Instead of explaining, I said, “Did you get my message? I didn’t mean to miss your first class. I was at work, and I stupidly left my phone at home.”

“I got it,” she replied softly. “It’s okay. What happened to you?”