“I’ll be back before closing to pick you up,” I tell Trish before kissing her goodbye at the front door of the bar. “If you need me before then, don’t hesitate to call. I’ll keep my phone on.”
“Don’t worry, I will.”
She turns to go through the door then runs back over to reach up on her tiptoes and plant a long kiss on my lips.
“Wow!” I say, holding on to her arm when she pulls away. “What was that for?”
“So you don’t forget me,” she answers.
“As if I ever could.”
Once she goes inside and out of sight, I pull her cell phone out of my pocket to send a text to her brother. After scrolling through the past several texts back and forth between him and Trish, I decide a simple, 'I’m sorry. Meet me tonight after work?' is best.
I hit the send button. Now all I can do is wait and hope he is mad enough or curious enough to show up.
I’m not really expecting him to reply to her by phone, if their previous texts are any indication. Most of their conversations consisted of Ty ordering her to do something and Trish replying with, ‘okay.’ Reading the texts pisses me off all over again. I wish there was a way to get her away from him for good. I don’t like that he is a part of her life.
If I have any say about it, he won’t be for long.