Headstrong Like Us Read online Krista Ritchie, Becca Ritchie (Like Us #6)

Categories Genre: GLBT, M-M Romance, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Like Us Series by Krista Ritchie
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Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 136029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
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I watch as he steps off the mattress, buck-naked to retrieve the phone. He frowns as he reads the caller ID.

“Who is it?” I ask.

He looks up. “The police.”

30

FARROW KEENE

Empty bookshelves line the library walls. Emerald-glass lamps cast soft light and shadows around us. Maximoff crosses his arms over his bare chest, readiness cemented from head to toe. We both had enough time to throw on some sweatpants and walk down the hall.

That’s it.

Whatever the police have to say—bad news or good—I just don’t need to hear the words spoken in our new bedroom.

I answer the call on the last ring and quickly put it on speakerphone.

“This is Farrow Keene.”

“Dr. Keene, I’m Sergeant Collins with the PPD.” His tone is stern and direct. “You’re the legal guardian of Tina Ripley and Scott Donnelly’s child. Correct?”

Shit.

I glance at Maximoff, and his cheekbones sharpen, jaw clenched. My head spins a little, and I clutch the phone tighter.

“Yeah,” I reply. “I’m the guardian.”

“There’s no easy way to say this…” Sergeant Collins takes a deeper, strained breath. “An officer found Tina’s body. She died this morning.”

My chest caves in. Maximoff turns around and walks to the window, dark drapes pulled closed.

I blink to focus my searing eyes. Not wanting to stare in the distance.

I’ve been around death enough to be used to these kinds of calls. Ones that end with simple facts: time of death, cause of death.

You leave the hospital and you don’t want to carry grief home with you, that’s what my father taught me. But I also never wanted to become desensitized to a life ending too soon, sometimes violently, sometimes unjustly. And there’s nothing I could do but try and save them, and when that didn’t work, I had to back away.

Maximoff likes to help people. I like to heal people, and knowing that Tina was out there suffering and we couldn’t find her—that’s going to stay with us.

And this will change Ripley’s life.

I intake a breath, calm as I reply to Sergeant Collins. “Is there a cause of death?” I wonder. “Where did they find her?”

I know the questions Ripley will ask when he’s older. Because I remember the questions I asked my dad about Cassidy Keene, maiden name Walsh.

My mom.

What’s her name?

How did she die?

Can I see pictures?

Did she love me?

I asked him what my mom was like only a few times. My father said she was intelligent, a good baker, methodical and practical—I had a hard time ever asking him again. I couldn’t make sense of what I felt. His happiness as he described her brought on jealousy that I hated to meet. And as he listed qualities and told stories, I just saw what he valued in my mom. I didn’t like the idea that his perspective would completely shade mine.

Mostly, I enjoyed seeing pictures. Any of her and me.

On the phone, Sergeant Collins gives me a street address in South Philly and says it was in the alley behind the Quickie-Mart. “It was an OD,” he explains further. “Meth.”

I rub my lips, my piercing cold. “What does this mean for the guardianship?” I ask and eye Maximoff.

He still has his back turned to me, and he’s pushed aside the drapes. City lights twinkle in the black night.

“Um…” It sounds like Sergeant Collins is shuffling paper around. “It says here that the birth father is still alive and hasn’t relinquished his rights. As far as I know, nothing should change. But a social worker will be in contact with you to give you more information.”

“Thanks.” After a few more words, we hang up.

Maximoff slowly rotates to face me, eyes reddened. He leans his stiff shoulders on the windowpane. Arms still crossed. Ready to fight the world. “I didn’t want it to be like this.” His voice is choked. “And I know he’ll be okay because you were okay, but it doesn’t make it any less hard.” He searches my eyes. “What are you thinking?”

I tap my phone against my palm, weighing how I should say this. “If I tear emotion out of this, I know there’s less of a chance Ripley will leave us. We only have to deal with Scottie. It actually makes this situation easier on a permanent guardianship level, but man, I’m still processing.” My nose flares. “She died.”

Fuck, my chest is tight.

I rub the corner of my eye, a tear rolling. I didn’t have to know her to care.

Maximoff abandons the window and comes closer.

“I understand what it’s like to lose a mom,” I tell him. “I didn’t want that for him either.” I was hoping we’d find Tina, and she’d have some kind of relationship with her son. More than I had, and now he has no chance.

Maximoff wraps his arms around my waist. “At least he has you.”

“And you,” I add.


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