Hooked (TKO #2) by Ana Layne Page B

impossible. Does she even want you at lunch, Lance?”
    “I can text her to find out,” Raegan says. She looks at me pointedly. “Oh, and I left out a huge chunk of the messages. I left out the ones where she constantly regrets not being with you. I just didn’t want your ego to inflate.”
    My heart pounds in my chest hearing those words. I can help save her from Travis, I know I can. She just needs to be able to trust me enough to give me that chance. Raegan starts tapping feverishly on the screen of her phone. Before she can set it down, a message pops up.
    Raegan grins infectiously. “Hilary said she’d like to see you.”
    I can’t believe she agreed to this, but I hold back my excitement. Everything Raegan has told us this evening makes my heart sink. I know I’m going to want to hold Hilary tight tomorrow, and not let her out of my sight.
    “Okay, so you two have this settled. After tomorrow, Raegan is done with this.” He’s talking to us as if we’re little kids.
    “Sure, Dad.” I salute, earning a middle finger from Garrett. He should have known how easily the sarcasm would leak from my lips. It’s second nature to me.
    “Lance, I will hide both your keys and Raegan’s keys and no one will go to lunch. So, don’t fuck with me.”
    “That’s not fair, Garrett,” Raegan snaps. I love that she’s put such passion into this for me. I couldn’t have gotten this far without her help.
    “What’s not fair is you two hiding things from me.” His words emerge edged with annoyance. “I thought you were better than that, but then I remember who I’m talking about. You are nothing but trouble, and I get to clean up your messes.”
    “But you’re so good at it, Mr. Clean,” I tease. Raegan stifles a laugh, and the glare we get tells me we should chill out. I know he’s just worried about us, and the lines indented in his forehead also show just how pissed off he is. “I swear, Garrett, I’m taking control of this tomorrow, and Raegan will have nothing more to do with it.”
    “I hope you’re right.”
    He walks over to the fridge, grabbing another beer. I’d ask for another, but with the way we’ve agitated him tonight, I’d probably end up with a bottle upside my head.
     
    ***
     
    Sleep was scarce last night. All I could do was wonder what the day would bring. The thought to text Hilary crossed my mind about a million times, but I could never work up the courage to do it. I also didn’t want Travis catching wind of the lunch we have planned. I want to get her away from him, not make things worse for her.
    I stumble into the kitchen, cursing myself for lack of sleep. My eyes are heavy and my limbs feel sluggish. Dad is sitting at the table drinking a cup of coffee and reading the paper. My heart grows heavy, wishing Mom were sitting there beside him. I miss those days so much. It’s gotten a little easier, but there are times when reality slams full force into me, reminding me of everything we’ve lost.
    I open the cabinet and grab another coffee cup Mom always used. I hold tightly to the cup as I pour a cup of coffee. The dark brown liquid is steaming hot, but I can’t wait to drink it. I need it to work its caffeine magic on me.
    Dad looks up from the paper and smiles kindly with his eyes. “What are you up to this morning, Lance? Going back to train?”
    “I started yesterday. I missed it. I’m glad I went back.” I bring the coffee cup to my lips.
    “I knew you wouldn’t be able to stay away for long. I’m just getting ready to head out for work. It’s good to sit here with you for a moment.”
    Dad’s right. We see each other, but not as much as we should. Between him working, and me doing whatever I’m doing, our time together is scarce.
    “We should take a weekend and go camping or something real soon. We haven’t gotten to do anything like that in a long time.”
    “You’re right, son,” he says, closing his eyes for a moment. “Not since your mom got sick. Let