Chapter Thirty-Nine-Delaney

Delaney sensed Patch's aggravation as they parked, and he went straight into the Airbnb. She understood why he was mad, but he couldn’t restrain her for the rest of her life because of what happened. She felt it was a legit reason for her to go out with Katy, plus, she wasn't on her own.

She followed him inside, and into the quiet house, while biting her bottom lip and fiddling with the hem of her T-shirt.

Patch walked toward the kitchen and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge. The silence weighed heavily on Delaney as he took his time tossing the bottle and leaned back against the counter and closed his eyes. She watched the heavy way his chest raised and fell with each breath, and how his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed.

"Say something," she whispered, kicking at the hardwood with the tip of her shoe.

Patch chuckled humorlessly. "Seriously Delaney?" he whispered. "We just found my mother dead and you're prancing around like nothing is happening in town? I asked you to sta