“And it was filled when you and Indy came into my life.”
My stomach shifted back like I’d been punched just as my heart squeezed.
“You two, so fuckin’ nuts, hangin’ with Ellen at the store, always gettin’ into trouble. Fell in love with you both the minute I laid eyes on you.”
My eyes burning, my voice croaky, I said, “Duke.”
“So you, out there on your own, doin’ dangerous shit, not talkin’ to your family about it, your friends, me…” He shook his head. “Pissed me off.”
Now I understood. God, I understood.
“I’m so sorry,” I said gently.
“I was worried about you.”
Wanting to touch him, unsure if I should but regardless, paralyzed with the pain of hearing everything he said, I just stood there and repeated, “I’m so sorry.”
“But then word got out about what happened at Lincoln’s. Tex told me everything. He wouldn’t have told you, but he was proud of you, girl. Nearly crowin’ about it. Said you knew exactly what you were doin’. Said, top to toe, through and through, you’re a Nightingale.”
My throat closed.
Freaking loved Tex.
“It was then,” he carried on, “I realized that there would come a time in Joshua’s life, a time me and Dolores didn’t get to, when we’d have to let go. We’d have to let him be his own man. Live his own life. And it was then I realized I’d been an ass because I was pissed at you, but I had to let you do the same thing.”
“Right,” I replied, my voice still husky.
“So I gotta do that and stand by you. Not be pissed. You left that message, it took me a while and Dolores reamed my ass, but here I am, suckin’ it up to apologize for bein’ pissed-off instead of givin’ you the freedom to fly.”
I said nothing again. Just swallowed (hard) and nodded.
“Now, sayin’ that, you be careful and you come to me whenever you need me.”
“Okay, Duke,” I forced out through a tight throat.
“Whenever you need me, Ally.”
I nodded.
He stared at me.
I let him then whispered, “Love you, Duke.”
“Same,” he grunted.
That made me smile. It trembled but I did it.
“Now, Darius,” he stated then cleared his throat, and I knew we were moving on and I was freaking grateful for it.
“Yeah?” I prompted.
“Scored dark marks in his own soul, darlin’.”
“I know, Duke, but—”
He shook his head and I shut up.
“I been watchin’. That boy isn’t on the path to redemption. What he’s doin’ is bidin’ his time and givin’ himself that time to be with the people who mean somethin’ to him. Doin’ it knowin’ that’s as good as he’s gonna get, ‘cause what he’s facin’ is damnation and he can’t do a thing about it.”
My back went straight. “That isn’t true.”
“You’re right. It isn’t. That doesn’t mean that man doesn’t believe it down to his bones.”
Shit.
“Your challenge,” he got closer to me, “our challenge, is to convince him differently.”
“How do we do that?” I asked.
“Two choices. We do what we’re doin’ and hope he wakes up, looks around and understands he’s not thinkin’ right. Or we snap him out of it.”
“I’m for the snapping him out of it option,” I mumbled.
“Me too,” Duke replied.
“Okay, how do we do that?” I asked.
“Hell if I know,” he answered.
