Truth Be Told (Blackbridge Security Book 4) Marie James (latest novels to read TXT) 📖

what makes Mom happy, and she’s always expressed the need for education. Since it’s important to her, it’ll be important to him.”

I nod, not completely convinced that Alex is going to be willing to leave the house while Brooke is here on her deathbed.

“I’ll call Mike at the school and explain what’s going on. Make sure he knows to keep a closer eye on him next week so he can defuse any situations before they get out of hand. I don’t want him to lose the progress he’s been making at school.”

“Thank you,” she whispers.

I see myself out, hating to be walking away but knowing that if I stay, I’m only going to make things more complicated than they already are.

When I sleep, I dream of being a superhero and protecting everyone that I love from all the terrible things that could ever happen to them. I wake up feeling defeated because I know it’s never that easy.

Chapter 16

Tinley

“I think that’s the last of it, Ms. Holland.” The young man gives me a smile as he makes his way back to the front door. “I’ll see you in a few days.”

When I turn back to the kitchen, I frown at the bags of groceries and ready-to-heat meals on the counter and kitchen table.

I told Ignacio I didn’t need his help the night I got back from the hospital with terrible news, but like every other stubborn man, he didn’t listen.

Hell, he didn’t even stay away. He’s been at the house more than Alex has since Saturday night. It’s Tuesday morning, and despite what Ignacio thought, Alex didn’t give me any problem with going to school yesterday morning. It helped that Mom was awake and cognizant some parts of Sunday. Alex spent a lot of time in her room, reading to her when she was awake and sitting at her bedside while she rested.

He's been so strong since that first night, and his maturity right now is almost as heartbreaking as his tears would be.

“Oh, good,” Ignacio says as he enters the kitchen to find the grocery bags displayed on the counter. “I was hoping they’d deliver earlier today.”

“I told you not to do this again,” I mutter, needing to complain but still grateful I don’t have to leave the house to go shopping.

“And I told you I was hungry.”

“You could go back to your own house to eat.”

He grins as he begins pulling groceries from one of the bags. Him being here is both weird and familiar all at the same time. We never spent any time in this house together. My dad would have thrown a fit if he knew I was hanging out with Ignacio against his expressed wishes, but we spent a lot of time together, nonetheless. After Alex telling me that Dad told him he was grateful to Ignacio for the grandson he gave him, I also don’t feel like I’m dishonoring his memory like I would’ve if I hadn’t been told that.

He turns to face me. “Do you want me to leave?”

If I said yes, I know he’d give me the space. It’s been clear from his behavior and efforts that he’s trying to make my life easier not harder, but doesn’t he see how weird things are between us?

Maybe it’s because my mother is dying in the other room, and I’ve caught myself staring at his rock-hard ass twice already, and that’s just since he showed up this morning. Maybe it’s because I’ve found reasons to keep him here longer in the day when he mentions heading home. Maybe because despite what’s going on, the tragedy I’m facing, I put fucking mascara on this morning.

“If you have other things to do—”

“You stubborn—” His jaw flexes as he grinds his teeth. “I’d like to stay if you’re okay with that.”

I swallow before answering, praying my words don’t come out on a squeak. “I don’t mind you being here. I think it makes things easier for Alex to know that I’m not here alone in case something bad happens.”

That bad thing being Mom taking her last breath.

My hands shake, a tremble that comes and goes as I try to mentally prepare myself for the inevitable, as I begin to pull items from the grocery bags.

“I can do this if you want to take a breather,” he offers.

He knows I’m exhausted. It’s been nonstop visits from hospice getting everything set up. The home health nurse only came a few times a week, but now we have a hospice nurse, a hospice aide, the chaplain from the hospice company, as well as the minister from Mom’s church coming and going, multiple visits each day. Although they said from the beginning they’re here to make things easier, I still feel obligated to act as a host when they arrive, making sure to offer them something to eat or drink, needing to give them a full report of what’s been going on with Mom since they last visited. I’m exhausted. Thankfully, my boss understands what’s going on, having dealt with the same for an elderly grandparent not long ago, and is allowing me family medical leave so I can stay home and help. Truthfully, if she’d said no, I would’ve quit my job on the spot, worrying about bills and getting another job later. I’m glad I don’t have that to worry about for now.

“I need to stay busy.”

“You’re going to wear yourself out.”

We pass each other, him heading to the pantry, me carrying an armful of fresh produce.

“I’m already there.”

“Take a break.”

Is he not hearing a word I’m saying? I swear men just don’t get it sometimes.

“I can do the groceries.”

“You just want to hide the candy,” I tease, knowing there’s another bag of M&Ms somewhere in the delivery because Alex and he polished off the first bag that was delivered while watching a televised baseball game last night.

“I won’t apologize for the sweet tooth. I normally work out six days a week.”

Unless he’s been doing that after leaving