Bounty (Page 37)

Then, a loud, shrill, “What?”

Suffice it to say, when your mom turns into your friend, with the kind of history you two share, she becomes your best friend.

Lacey and Bianca knew everything about me.

Joss did too.

“Yep. Right now sitting on a stack of drywall in my house, eating the pizza I bought.”

“Oh girl, you go. I cannot believe you found him again. That is so cool.”

“Joss, he doesn’t remember me.”

More silence before, “You’re shitting me.”

“I wish I was.”

And I totally did.

“How could he not remember you?”

“I don’t know, because it was seven years ago, we met in the wee hours of the morning, talked for ten minutes and I was rocking my biker vixen look. My hair wasn’t as long. I had on an inch of makeup. And it was seven years ago for ten minutes.”

“Girl, man’s any man at all, he’d never forget your hair. Ever.”

Mom wasn’t being conceited.

I had my dad’s hair.

And Deke had said back then I’d had pretty hair.

And it wasn’t like he didn’t notice I was female. He did. I saw it when he did, like when we were standing in the wind and he was looking at my hair over my shoulder.

It just didn’t do anything for him.

“Well, all evidence suggests he has,” I told Joss. “He’s been working on my house for nearly a week and there’s nothing.”

“Shit, baby. I’m so sorry. Totally sucks when the fates are feeling sassy and they’ve got you in their sights.”

“You are not wrong about that.”

“Maybe while he works on your house, you can come visit me and Rod. And before you say it,” she said the last swiftly, “this is not me trying to get you to come here and deal with Rod and my shit. I’ll tell him to back off, I’m not signing to be on any reality program and we got more problems if he or that shit-for-brains manager of his breathe a word of it to you. It’s me wanting to look after my girl.”

I loved being with Joss. I also loved being with Roddy.

But I didn’t want to leave. I liked it there. And that wasn’t all about Deke.

“I’ll survive, Joss. It’s not that big of a deal. He’s just not into me.”

“Jussy, darlin’, ‘Chain Link?’ Who you talkin’ to?”

I drew in breath. Then I munched pizza.

Joss let me.

I swallowed pizza.

“It sucks,” I whispered. “And I’m still loving every minute of getting to know him.”

“Shit,” she muttered.

“It’ll be okay.”

“Only reason it will is that it’ll spawn a thousand songs, one of which will be sure to get you onstage, accepting a statue, which should have happened for ‘Chain Link,’ any other song on that vinyl or any song you’ve had recorded since.”

That was the mom in Joss. Blind devotion, blind loyalty, no one was better than her kid.

I decided to move us out of this, not the blind devotion and loyalty part, the talking about Deke part.

“Was a bitch with a purpose, laying it out for you earlier, Joss. I was still a bitch. I’m sorry I got nasty.”

“Sometimes you know you gotta smack me out of it, Jus. You didn’t say anything that wasn’t true. I’ll deal with my own crap and Rod’s. And you and me’ll plan some time together soon. No Roddy. Just us girls.”

“I’d like that.”

“Okay, baby. Now go back to the torture that’ll feed the Lonesome curse and make beautiful music.”

I rolled my eyes but grinned, even if all she said was the damned truth.

“Later, Joss.”

“Love you, babe.”

“You too.”

She disconnected.

I munched pizza on my way back to the door.

I walked through to see Deke also walking through…his walking being the room to get back to the hall.

“Good pizza, Jus. Thanks,” he said before he disappeared.

I looked to the pizza to see it was half gone.

Joss.

Hell and damn.

Bad timing.

* * * * *

That evening, I got a text from Krystal.

Deke know about you?

It was a good question that brought to mind he didn’t, she did, and Bubba was coming the next day. Bubba being her husband and baby daddy so no doubt she’d told him about me.

No. And if you don’t mind, I’d rather keep with the peace, I texted back.

Deke won’t care, she informed me.

He might.

He might not.

My stepfather wants to do a reality program. He wants me on it. He comes to town, I might ask you to load your buckshot.

I didn’t get a return text for a few minutes.

Give you more peace.

That meant Bubba would be cool.

Grateful, I replied.

And I was.

* * * * *

Bubba came with Deke the next day and he was friendly, but he was cool, calling me only Jus.

I left so they could blow insulation. I hung with Sunny and Shambles and their Wi-Fi, dealing with business and interior design suggestions and doing online browsing, logging a bunch of favorites for the time when I had bathrooms, walls and a kitchen and could therefore indulge in some serious shopping, all the while gabbling with my new friends.

Late afternoon, Deke texted, Done.

It was monosyllabic but thoughtful and I didn’t need further proof Deke could be thoughtful.

I still gave him the whole day, driving to and dinking around the mall to do it.

I returned and he was gone.

Thursday, Friday and more overtime Saturday, Deke and I had minimal banter, I often acted like an idiot, I brought him sandwiches and he made progress on my house.