Page 34 of Wicked Promises
“Margo’s curiosity cannot be tamed,” his dad says. “It’s either a good talent or a dangerous one.”
I pause. “She talked to you?”
He watches me with eagle eyes. “Wanted to get more information on Masters. And her father.”
I grimace.
“Get some rest, boys. Caleb, you go back to school tomorrow.”
I raise my eyebrows. “They’re letting me back?”
Given the detective’s interest in me and everything happening with Margo’s family, I figured…
“Yes. Since no formal charges were brought against you, they can’t expel you. Understand?” The expression he levels me with says I can’t make any more mistakes.
I nod. “Yes, sir.”
He exhales. “Goodnight, then.”
He and Eli head up the stairs, but I hesitate. I should go see Margo, make sure she’s okay. And yet…
Guilt overrides my decision. I can’t see her, knowing I failed. I failed her in so many ways, I can’t even count them.
I shove the emotion down and clear my throat. I’ll see her tomorrow before school—or after, if she’s still sleeping.
I get to the basement and stop. My bathroom light is on, throwing a warm, dim light across my room. I scan it, uneasy.
This wouldn’t be the first time my uncle ambushed me. If Josh was upstairs, he could’ve slipped in without detection.
Instead, my gaze lands on my bed. My unmade… lumpy bed.
A knot forms in my chest. She was waiting for me in my bed while I was being an idiot. My headache suddenly seems very distant. Like it’s not my head.
I go closer, and her hair fanned across my pillow becomes clearer. She faces me, but her lips are slightly parted. Eyes closed. She’s beautiful and innocent in sleep, with no walls between us.
Well, none ofherwalls.
I sit on the edge of the bed and brush her hair off her face. She shifts, and I about die when her tongue pokes out, sweeping over her lower lip.
“You’re back,” she murmurs.
“You’re in my bed.” My chest tightens.
She sighs, reaching out blindly for me.
I catch her hand and kiss her knuckles.
Her eyes open, meeting mine. “I don’t know if you’re the best or the worst thing to happen to me.”
Where is this coming from?
“Definitely the worst,” I reply. “I went for a run with Eli and I think I passed out. He had to go back for his truck.”
She huffs. “You have a concussion.”
I roll my eyes. “I’m aware.”
She watches me for a moment. I could sink into her gaze.