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he offered me a half-smile. “It’s
late, get some sleep.” Then he walked across the long hallway
towards his room and shut his door before I even had a chance to
thank him for the ride.
    Sighing, I walked into Matty’s
domain and shut the door slowly behind me. He was everywhere in
this room, from the pictures on the mantel, to the scent of his
cologne in the air, to the clothes he had left draped over the
chair near the bed. I pulled open his middle drawer and changed
into one of his tee shirts, still my favorite thing to sleep in,
and crawled into the giant bed. I took one last look around the
room, at his beautiful face smiling back at me from the pictures,
and then grabbed his pillow and hugged it tight, thankful it still
smelled just like him.

Chapter 6
    Jo
    I tossed and turned for what
seemed like hours. Visions of Matty were mixed with nightmarish
images of a beautiful little girl that looked just like her daddy,
leaving this world too soon. In the weird way that your mind sorts
through the day’s events, the toddler in my dreams was my Lily, and
I could hear Matty’s voice telling me that Lily and I needed to
stay away from his hometown, that he needed to keep us safe. Danger
found us anyway, and I watched helplessly as the dream Jo cried at
a tombstone housing her husband and daughter. The nightmares seemed
never-ending, and I wasn’t sure when I finally passed into a
dreamless slumber.
    When I finally opened my eyes, the sun was
shining bright, giving the room a warm, cozy, lazy afternoon feel.
My entire body ached, and I wasn’t sure if I should blame it on the
dancing, shoes, or the night I’d just had. I laid back against the
pillows, smelling the cologne I loved so much, and sighed, trying
to sort through the dreams. Remembering that Lily Belle was safe at
home with her daddy, my mind settled on Rocker and his horrific
loss. I hadn’t handled it very well last night, and that made me
feel bad. I wondered if Cris would tell me what had happened to
Hannah.
    Cris! I sat upright, searching for
my phone. I groaned, remembering I hadn’t charged it last night, as
I crawled out of bed and searched through my pockets. Teagan had
called me a few times and sent me a text checking to make sure I
was ok. I smiled, typing a quick response and promising I’d call
her later. The fact that I didn’t have any missed calls and no
texts from Cris surprised me. It was almost noon. I expected no
less than ten angry messages from her.
    As if on que, the cell vibrated in
my hand. Glancing down, I realized that it was from the last person
I expected.
    Will: Hey! Just checking to make
sure you made it ok. I know you’re busy & I’m on my way out so
I can’t chat. Remember my parents have the kids tonight so you’ll
have to call them to say nite. Good luck apartment
hunting
    I smiled and typed a quick reply
to let him know I was safe and sound, and that I did remember his
parents had the kids. He and his girlfriend were going away for the
weekend, and even though I volunteered to stay an extra few days at
the house, his parents were back in town and wanted the time with
them. Things with Will and me were good—not great, but definitely
good. We talked more now than when we were married and seemed to
understand each other better than we had in years. For the first
time, we were actually co-parenting our children. Plus, he
genuinely supported my move and wanted to help any way he could. I
knew most of his behavior was being driven by guilt, but at least
he was trying.
    If only everyone else were on
board.
    Pushing myself up off the floor, I
dialed Cris, annoyed when it went right to voicemail. Maybe she was
pissed I hadn’t called. I needed caffeine and then I’d try again.
Worst case scenario, I’d take a cab around town to try and find a
job, and maybe Rocker would let me stay one more night. I climbed
the stairs groggily.
    “What in the hell didchya do to
your hair?” Cris shrieked at me as I rounded the corner