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“Yeah, hopefully.”
He circles his arm around my shoulder again, pulling me against his side and resting his cheek on my hair. I don’t push him away either, still feeling uneasy and finding a little comfort in the arms of my best friend. I only hope my selfish act here won’t put the wrong ideas in his head.
Chapter 21
After a press release, two conference calls, and a sponsorship meeting yesterday, I’m totally wiped and just want to take the day to relax before I head down to Clear Creek tomorrow for the race this weekend.
After breakfast, I fall down onto my couch and turn on the TV. I flip mindlessly through the channels, not really finding anything to hold my attention, until I come across the news. I don’t typically care to watch, but the headline “Las Moreto Drug Bust” trails across the bottom of the screen. Sitting forward, I turn up the volume.
“Late last night, Police Chief Luther Morrison, of the Las Moreto Police Department, announced the successes that followed a routine serve and search warrant. Authorities stated that the suspicious coming and goings of several ex-convicts in the area lead our police department to do a little more digging…”
I watch as footage from the property in question plays across the screen, eyewitnesses coming forward to express their concern for something like that happening in their neighborhood. When the mug shots of the two men who had been arrested appear on the screen, I release a shaky breath. I don’t recognize either of them, and I don’t know if maybe I was hoping that somehow the assholes who played a part in my brother’s death might finally be thrown behind bars, but this whole drug scene has really started to get out of hand in the last few years.
“When asked if the bust was in any way related to the recent uproar in gang activities in the area, here is what Chief Morrison had to say…”
The scene switches from the blonde anchor woman to a man who looks to be in his mid-forties, the signs of his age showcased in the salt and peppering at his temples.
“We apprehended the two suspects last night after we arrived on-site with a serve and search. During that time, we discovered, and were later able to seize, one-hundred and twenty-seven kilos of methamphetamine. That’s just around two hundred and eighty pounds. It is unclear at this point where the drugs came from or if the men taken into custody have any affiliation with local gang activities. I’m afraid that’s all I can say at this given time.”
I shut off the TV and walk toward my patio doors, interlacing my fingers behind my head as I blow out a breath.
Memories from the days after his accident assault my mind, and I close my eyes tightly in an attempt to keep them out. Learning that drugs played a role in his death, and then figuring out where those drugs came from, it was all enough to make me want to serve some vigilante justice.
I scrub my hands down my face, deciding I need something to distract me today before I find something stupid to occupy my scrambling mind.
Pulling out my phone, I’m not surprised to see a lack of text messages from the one person I want to talk to right now. But did I honestly think that Keaton was going to just drop her walls that easily? I sigh and drop my phone on the table beside me, deciding to just go for a swim and clear my head.
The water is refreshing, but no matter how many laps I swim, I can’t seem to rid my mind of these intrusive thoughts. Once I get out, I reach for my phone again, and still nothing.
Seriously, why was she not texting me? It’s been two days. How long do we really have to wait here? I wanted to text her that same night but knew that she would probably throw her guard back up. Was she expecting me to be the first to reach out? Whether she was or not, at this point, I can’t restrain myself any longer. I wanted to see her again.
I pull up her name in my contacts and type out a quick text.
Me: Hey, it’s Bodhi. What are you doing today?
When I don’t get an immediate reply, I toss my phone aside and go to shower the smell of chlorine from my body. I do it in record time too, pleased to see two messages when I check.
Keaton: At work now
Keaton: Why?
Me: When do you get off?
I smirk, knowing how irritated she gets when I avoid answering her questions. It’s way too easy to get under her skin. I wonder how easy it would be to get under her—
Keaton: Why?
Me: Just answer the question, Princess.
Keaton: Uh no.
Keaton: And stop calling me that.
I grin down at my phone and think that maybe she likes me calling her Princess a little more than she lets on.
Me: I don’t think I will.
Keaton: Bodhi…
