The Maddox Brothers: Beautiful Burn Part 35

"They're cheating!" Trent said, pointing all four fingers at Travis and Abby.

"We quit playing your wife, Trav," Tyler said. "If you don't knock it off, we'll stop letting you play, too."

"f.u.c.k all of you. You're just jealous," Travis said, kissing Abby's cheek.

Tyler glanced at me for half a second before returning his attention to his cards.

My stomach sank. Travis and Abby, disgustingly happy and shameless in their PDA, were where Tyler thought we were headed. That was why he refused to believe me or even listen. He knew Travis and Abby had survived whatever they'd been through and thought we could do the same.

I hopped off the counter and tugged on the handle of the fridge, seeing bottles of Sam Adams lined along the shelf in the door. I grabbed one and popped the top, taking a swig. My body instantly relaxed, and I let my worries and guilt slip away.

"Are you coming back for Christmas?" Camille asked.

I shook my head, beginning to voice my doubts, but Tyler interrupted. "Yep. We'll be going back to Colorado for my birthday, though. Taylor's decided he wants to throw a party."

"Am I invited?" I teased.

Abby's mouth pulled to the side. "I hate that you guys live so far away. You could sell insurance here, you know."

Tyler shifted, and I saw recognition flicker in Abby's eyes. She was a human lie detector. She knew they weren't being honest.

"Yeah, but what we do is good money, Abby. And we like Colorado."

"You boys are doing well. Keep doing what you're doing if it's what you love," Jim said. He and Abby traded glances.

Holy s.h.i.t. Jim knew, too.

"Does anyone know the Latino gentleman who's been parked out front in a rented Lexus for the last half hour?" Jim asked.

Abby ran to the window to see, and the boys' expressions immediately turned severe. Chairs grated against the faded, chipped tile floor of the dining room as they stood to walk across the small house, between the sofa and television, to look out the windows. They discussed the driver for a moment, none of them recognizing who it was, but they all seemed sure their dad was correct that he was staking the house.

I wondered if it was Trex, and Tyler was feigning ignorance, but he wasn't that good of a liar, and Abby didn't seem to pick up on it.

I walked up behind Tyler, peeking over his shoulder, immediately cringing. "Holy f.u.c.k."

"What?" Tyler said, turning to face me. "You know who that is?"

The Maddox family turned their attention on me, and I recoiled, sick with embarra.s.sment. "It's Marco."

"Who's Marco?" Abby asked.

I looked up at Tyler from under my lashes, humiliated to even say the words. "My sister's lady sitter. She must have sent him to keep an eye on me."

Tyler pointed at the window. "I've seen him before."

"Yeah, he took Finley and me home from the bar once."

"No, I've seen him outside the magazine ... outside my apartment. He's been watching you for a long time."

My expression morphed from confusion to disbelief to rage in a matter of moments, and I pushed past Tyler and out the door, stomping toward the Lexus. I could see the panic in Marco's eyes as I crossed the street and yanked open his door.

"What in the ever-loving f.u.c.k are you doing here?"

Marco tossed the tabloid magazine in his hand. "Ellie! What a surprise!"

I shook my head, pulling my phone from the back pocket of my jeans. I held it to my ear, getting angrier with each ring.

"I can't believe you're not coming to Thanksgiving," Finley answered. "I can't believe you're washing your hands of this family! They're just trying to help you!"

"Send Marco home. Now, or I'm calling the police."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm standing right next to him ... in Eakins, Illinois! What is wrong with you?" I yelled.

I heard quick footsteps coming closer, and turned to see Abby jogging across the street, before she draped Tyler's coat over my shoulders. She crossed her arms across her middle, glaring at Marco. Her breath puffed out in a white cloud like a bull ready to charge. For the first time since I'd left the Alpine barracks, I felt like there was an army behind me.

"Ellison," Finley began, "you won't call us. Half the time we're asking each other if anyone has heard from you or if you're even alive. If you won't answer or return my calls, you force my hand! I won't apologize for loving you!"

I sighed, holding my hand to my face. "You're right. I haven't called. You still don't get to send your goon to stalk me. Do you have any idea how humiliating this is? Tyler's entire family is witnessing this!"

Abby touched my shoulder. "This isn't the worst thing they've seen. Don't be embarra.s.sed."

Finley sniffed.

"d.a.m.n it, Fin, don't cry."

"I miss you. You're my best friend. I feel like I don't even know you anymore."

"She's crying?" Marco said, horror in his eyes.

"Tell Marco to come home. I'll check in at least once a week, I promise. I just ... I'm not one hundred percent yet. I've relapsed."

"Ellie ... we can help you with that. We want to help. There are amazing places you can go. Just say the word..."

"I can do it on my own."

"Maybe you can ... but why, if you don't have to?"

I mulled over her suggestion, wanting it as much for me as I did for the people who loved me. I glanced back at the Maddox house. "I'll think about it."

"Happy Thanksgiving, baby sister. We miss you. We wish you were here ... even Mom."

I choked out a laugh. "Send home your slave."

Marco held up his hands. "She pays me very well, Miss Edson, and I love so much what I do."

I rolled my eyes. "Send him home. I'm sure he misses you."

"Okay," she said. "I love you."

I hung up the phone, shut Marco's door, and made sure his phone rang before tucking my own phone in my back pocket. Abby hooked her arm in mine as we walked across the street.

"Edson, huh? Like Edson Tech?"

"Yeah," I said, cringing and squinting in the afternoon sun.

"Relapse?"

I sighed. No point in denying it any longer. "I'm a drunk, Abby. My parents invoked the last resort of tough love. I was pretty out of control."

"My mom's a drunk, too. I remember when she tried so hard not to be."

"She couldn't kick it?"

"Not alone, and she's too proud to ask for help."

I looked down at the ground, kicking at the uneven sidewalk with my boots. "I don't deserve Fin's help. I don't deserve anyone's help."

"Did Tyler tell you about Travis and me?"

"Not a lot."

She tucked her hair behind her ear, glancing back at the house. "I was sure he was wrong for me. My family was worse than dysfunctional. My father nearly got me killed. I pushed Travis away, thinking he was bad for me, and then I pushed him away again, thinking I was bad for him. Turns out, when I finally let him in, all the bulls.h.i.t fell away, and we could just be good together."

"I've known all along I was bad for Tyler. He won't listen."

"When a Maddox boy falls in love, he loves forever..." Abby mused.

"What?"

"If he's in love with you-and just the fact that you're here tells me he is-he's not going to give up on you. I can see that you care about him."

I nodded. "He's a good friend."

She narrowed her eyes. Her radar was going off. "Right."

"I do," I blurted out. "I care about him. I might even ... I feel guilty that I can't seem to let him in or let him go. Either way feels wrong."

"I know exactly how you feel," Abby said without hesitation. "But your sister is right. You don't love yourself right now. That's why you can't get things right with Tyler. That's why you don't want to."

I breathed out a frustrated laugh. "I need a drink."

"I'll make you one. But if I were you, I'd take all the help I could get if it meant happiness was on the other side. And believe me ... these boys ... when they're happy? It's like living in a fairy tale. They don't know how to half-a.s.s anything, and loving someone is no exception."

The brothers stepped out onto the porch with Camille just as Marco pulled away from the curb. Tyler descended the steps and crossed the yard, hooking his arm around my shoulder. "You okay?"

I nodded.

"Finley?" he asked.

"We're good. I haven't called. They were worried about me."

He kissed my temple. "C'mon. You're freezing."

Tyler guided me inside with Abby trailing behind. Travis instantly hugged her and rubbed his hands along her upper arms. Then he cupped her hands and blew on them. They stared into each other's eyes like they were privy to a secret. Suddenly, gross didn't seem so bad.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO.

Tyler helped me with my coat, and then we settled in to watch doc.u.mentaries on Netflix-Jim's favorite pastime, apparently.

Tyler and I sat on the sofa next to Travis and Abby. Trent and Camille made a pallet on the floor and whispered while he drew on the palm of her hand with a Sharpie. Jim was sitting in his recliner, his eyes getting heavier by the minute.

I leaned in to Tyler's ear. "Where's Taylor?"

"On his way. He had to take care of some things, first."

I nodded. "And the oldest? Is it Thomas?"

"Yeah, he was invited to his boss's house this year. Couldn't say no."

I nodded again. Tyler relaxed back against the worn sofa cushion, resting his hand on my knee. No one bugged us about our ambiguous friendship like I worried they would. We all just sat around, spending time together in what seemed to be an uncharacteristically peaceful Maddox moment.

Just as the credits of our second doc.u.mentary of the night began to roll, the front door swung open, and Taylor dropped his duffel bag.

"Wake up, d.i.c.k heads! I'm home!"

Trent and Travis jumped up and immediately tackled their brother, all three of them falling outside onto the porch with a thud. After a few seconds of scuffle, Tyler sighed.

"I'll be right back."

He rushed over to aid his twin, and I winced a few times when I saw the grappling escalate.

With some effort, Jim pushed himself up from the chair, making his way to the door. "All right, all right! That's enough!" He used his foot to poke at the writhing pile of Maddox boys, and then Travis finally broke out of the dog pile and began separating the others.

Abby shook her head, unfazed. Camille watched from the floor, not the least bit worried.

The boys walked in, breathing hard and chuckling, red blotches on their faces and arms. Trent used the back of his hand to dab his bleeding bottom lip, and Travis pointed at him and laughed.

"Don't grab my nuts next time, d.i.c.k licker," Tyler said.

Camille went to the refrigerator and returned, giggling as she held a small ice pack covered in a dishtowel to Trent's lip.