questions. Why is he with her? Does she know all of his secrets? My heart starts pounding as the one question that never even occurred to me before is now resonating heavily within me. Has he been sleeping with her?
I spot Liam already seated at a table outside and I wonder how this conversation will go. I hope I can keep my composure. The last thing I need is to break down in the middle of the café. Maybe this isn’t such a good idea after all. I don’t know if I can handle the answers he may offer about her. I shake the thoughts away as I know I don’t have a choice. If I want to move on, I have to know. I need to know
“Piper, how are you?” Liam looks a bit worried as he stands to welcome me. His deep voice is guarded as though he isn’t sure what to say to me. I guess after the last day or two we’ve had, it makes sense.
“Well, I have been better. Thank you for meeting with me on such short notice.”
“Of course. Sam said you sounded pretty upset. What can I do to help?”
“Has Fenton slept with his bar tender? You know the one that is there all the time.” The question falls out before I can stop it and Liam’s mouth literally falls to the table at my forwardness.
“I...”
“I’m sorry, Liam. That isn’t what I came here to talk about. But being here in front of Fent’s bar has presented some new questions I wasn’t aware I needed answers to.” I stop rambling when he covers my hand with his. I look up from the table and his eyes are soft and apologetic.
“It’s ok, Piper. It’s completely understandable that you aren’t in your right state of mind. Listen, I don’t know what happened earlier but I heard it wasn’t pretty. Do you want to tell me about it?”
“All I want is for you to tell me what is going on with Fenton. I was let in on a little of his back story today and all I could think about was hiding away from the world with him until he could free himself from his demons. But just when he needed comforting the most, he pushed me away and ran to her. He needs help, Liam. Even if I can’t be that for him, someone needs to, for his safety.” Before he answers, he takes a drink of his water. He doesn’t flinch or seem shocked. His demeanor tells me that he has had this conversation before.
“Listen, Piper. You should be glad you got away from him when you did.”
“Don’t you understand I’m not? The thought of him hitting rock bottom and not letting anyone help him breaks my heart. Although, I guess he does have someone helping him and the fact that that someone isn’t me is what breaks my heart.” I shake that thought away because that isn’t the main issue here. “I don’t understand, Liam. The two of you seemed like you were such good friends and when he needed you to stand behind him, you threw him under the bus.”
“I want you to listen to what I’m getting ready to tell you, ok? Fenton and Frank have a long history, a very rocky and dangerous history; one where one or both of them are constantly trying to break the other down. And I do mean by any means possible. You are not the first girl who has had her heart broke by Fent but I must admit I was hoping for a different outcome. I have never witnessed the change in him he had when you were with him.
“Anyway, Frank is very powerful; more powerful than you probably realize. Usually power means danger. Especially the type of power he has. I’m sure you were made aware Frank is Fent’s father and I don’t have to tell you that automatically puts Fenton in danger. Knowing Fent, I’m sure he didn’t mention that tidbit to you and that is why I’m pissed at him. He had no right to put you in that kind of danger.”
“You said yourself I’m not the first person Fent has hurt, so why do I matter more than anyone else?” His flagrant glare gives me goose bumps. I don’t want to think about the meaning of it. I’m having a hard enough time thinking about anything other than Fenton being with some