Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 134788 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134788 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
There was no rebuilding his faith in her without an explanation, which she was refusing to do, so he had to either find his own answers or cut the thread himself.
Train gave Rider his keys back before going to his bike.
“You going after her?” Rider asked incredulously when Train started his bike.
He backed his motorcycle up. “No. I’m just going for a ride.”
Peeling out, he drove out of the parking lot without any sense of direction, letting faith lead the way.
32
Train stared at the bedroom window, waiting for the light to come on. It was still early; the sun having come up an hour ago. He had no intention of waking her up so early, but the waiting was starting to get to him.
Sitting where she could see him if she looked out her window or open her door, he didn’t want to startle her, yet he hoped she would see him before he had to knock on the door.
It was eight a.m. when he saw her bedroom light come on. He waited until he saw the light come on in the kitchen before he got off his bike and knocked on her front door.
“Train? What are you doing here?” Peyton asked as she opened her screen door, staring at him with a frown of concern. “Is Killyama all right?”
“Yes. May I come in? I’d like to talk to you about her.” Train didn’t expect her to let him in since he had only met her once, yet she opened the door without hesitation, inviting him inside.
“I’m making some coffee. Would you like a cup?”
“No, thank you.” Train racked his brain, trying to find a way to start the discussion.
“You said you wanted to talk to me about Killyama?” she prompted.
“Yes, ma’am. I’ve been seeing your daughter for several months—”
“I know.” She tightened the knot at her waist that held her housecoat together.
“We broke up yesterday. She did something that I consider a breach of my trust—”
Peyton held her hand up, stopping him. “I don’t want to hear the details. If Killyama decided not to see you anymore, then I respect her privacy. I won’t try to change her mind.”
“I broke up with her. And it’s not her mind that needs to be changed. It’s mine.” Train stared at her, willing her to see what was in his heart. “I love her. I have for some time, yet she continues to push me away by lying. Yesterday, she went so far as to steal a key off a friend of mine.”
“She must have had a reason. Killyama never stole from anyone before.” Her troubled eyes met his.
“That’s why I’m here. I guess I was hoping you would know something that Killyama wasn’t willing to tell me.”
“No.” Peyton went into the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee. Without her makeup on, Train could see Killyama in her. Her mother wasn’t as skillful as her daughter at lying.
“I’m sorry I can’t help you. Are you sure I can’t offer you any coffee?”
“No, what I want, you aren’t willing to give.”
“Call her. Try to talk it out … Maybe you will be able to work things out with her.”
“I’ve tried. Believe me; I’ve tried. Do you know that she swears she’ll never get married, that she doesn’t want children?”
“She’ll change her mind.” Peyton’s dismay showed he had exposed a sore spot.
“She might be pretending it’s a joke to you, but she’s serious about it. I tried to find out why she doesn’t want a future with me, or any man, but she stonewalls me. A man can only take being told to fuck off so many times before he starts to listen. Either you help me or, so help me God, I’m going to walk out that door and I won’t look back.” Train gave the same opportunity to Peyton he had given to Killyama. If she didn’t help him, he was done, and he let her see that truth in his eyes.
Tears welled up in Peyton’s as she set her coffee cup back down on the counter with a trembling hand. “Will you give me a few minutes? I need to get dressed. There’s something I think you need to see.”
“All right.” At this point, he was willing to do anything to shed some light on Killyama’s behavior.
“Have a seat. It won’t take me but a moment,” she excused herself.
“Take your time. I’m in no hurry.”
Peyton nodded then went through the narrow trailer toward her bedroom, while Train took a seat on one of the benches at the kitchen table. From there, he could stare out the kitchen window. He almost expected to see flashing blue lights, or Hammer and Jonas’s vehicle pull up. He had offered to leave, but Peyton could have become frightened and used the opportunity to call the police or someone else she could trust.