Chapter 32 What is Wrong
With Him
Hadley fetched a basin of water, pushed up her sleeves, and dove into wiping down Myla’s body with all the care in the world, taking her sweet time. She swapped out Hyla’s old clothes for fresh ones, her hands moving soft and steady, like she was handling something precious.
Meanwhile, Marshall and Eric were parked across from each other, shooting the breeze,
Marshall tipped his head toward the inner room where Hadley was busy, “She is not the same girl she used to be, huh?”
“Not the same girl?” Eric muttered, a flicker of irritation sparking inside him. “You’ve barely crossed paths with her since she returned. What makes you think you’ve got her all figured out?”
Marshall clicked his tongue, narrowing his eyes. “You don’t need a decade to spot it. The way she car: herself, that look in her eyes–it’s like night and day now.”
His voice had a warm edge, like he was tipping his hat to her.
Eric wasn’t having it, his lips twisting into a smirk. “Old habits cling like burrs. It’s all a front, I’m telling you!”
“A front?” Marshall raised a brow, clearly not sold. “What has she got to prove to you or me? Look, I get it-
you’ve never been her biggest fan–but didn’t you both sign the divorce papers already?”
His tone cut right through Eric’s grumbling, sharp and knowing.
He nodded toward the room again before continuing, “Check out how she is tending to Nyla. Cut her some slack, man. Just treat her like family–like a sister or something.”
Eric let out a dry huff. “Since when did you turn into a chatterbox? You came to see my grandma but barely lifted a finger. Finish your grub and hit the road!”
“I refuse to,” Marshall jokingly replied. “I promise to save my meal for Hadley…”
“Enough!” Eric let out a half–amused, half–fed–up chuckle. “She is my sister now, isn’t she? Don’t worry, I’ve got this–now scram!”
“Fair enough,” Marshall said with a shrug.
He wolfed down the last of his breakfast in a couple of hasty bites. “I’ll hit the road then.”
“Sweet,” Eric replied, tossing him a casual nod. “I’ll be a tad late, though.”
The two had been teaming up on a project and originally planned to head out together after Marshall swung by to see Nyla.
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But life threw a curveball, and Eric had to hang back a little longer.
Soon after Marshall bolted, Hadley slipped out of the inner room. She had just finished sprucing up Nyla- cleaned her up, got her into some fresh clothes–and was clutching a bundle of dirty clothes.
darted over to Hadley, all chipper. “Let me snag
Hadley said, passing them off with a grin.
before he could catch himself. “Go scrub those hands.”
it,” Hadley replied, heading off to freshen
Eric jerked his chin at the
for a loop.
not, she had to hit the road pronto–she was already pushing it to get back to
say sit,” Eric snapped, his brow creasing. Patience wasn’t exactly his forte. “What is the big deal? The chair is not gonna
quiet sigh but
can be. He waved a hand at the untouched breakfast spread–his portion -still sitting pretty on the table.
“Dion de
in.”
Say what now?
ears were playing tricks on her. Eric was offering her food? Earlier,
Eric clocked Hadley’s hesitation and read her mind like a book.
swallowed hard, practically choking on the words. “Look, earlier?
dreaming. In all the time she had known him, this was
all boiled down to
cheerleader, maybe even can’t stand the sight of me. It’s only natural you’d rather not bump into someone who rubs you the wrong way. But I’m here for Nyla, not you. I’ll be more careful and make sure to steer clear of your radar
nodding at the table. “You’ve got nothing to feel bad
out an apology, and she still wasn’t
you’ll scarf down whatever Marshall shoves your way, but when I offer
warm smile at Marshall, and it
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spat out his words like venom.
grinning at Marshall earlier, huh? What’s
blinked, completely
even
wasn’t letting up.
a wild tempest
in this town knows your name for all the wrong reasons, you’re a divorcee with a rap sheet of bad vibes. You’ve got no shot with any
all in without a word, her initial stun giving way as the color
the knife. “Talk about reaching for
whole frame locked up, shaking like a
exist? How had
smile faint but sharp
out of my league! But you? Can you sink any lower than lusting after your own brother’s woman? Is there a soul in Srixby who hasn’t heard about
a bomb, leaving a thick, suffocating silence in their wake.
turning icy and downright sinister as it swallowed Hadley whole.
heel, snatched her backpack off the couch, and hightailed it
out the door.
chiseled face darkened, his lips pressed into a thin, furious line. “I shouldn’t have even bothered
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