Page 24 of Juniper Hill (The Edens 2)

Forty calls? Memphis’s nostrils flared as she tucked the phone away and stared blankly at the unmade bed.

What the hell was her story? Curiosity had me hooked. Why was she here? Was it the kid’s dad who’d been calling nonstop?

None of my damn business. Too much drama. And I’d sworn off drama after Gianna.

I cleared my throat, stepping past the cleaning cart like I hadn’t been watching or listening. “Hey.”

“Oh, um . . . hey.” Memphis’s eyes widened as she brushed a stray lock of hair off her forehead. Then she crossed her arms over her chest, her gaze sparking with that same fire.

She was short, her gaze hitting me midchest. Or maybe I was just tall. I’d never gone for short women. But the urge to pick her up, haul her to eye level and kiss that delicious mouth hit so hard I had to force myself not to move.

“Did you need something?” she asked.

“Came to apologize. About what I said outside Lyla’s. I’m sorry.”

Her shoulders fell. “I’m sorry we woke you up last night. I should have left the window closed but it was stuffy.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

In truth, it hadn’t been the kid’s crying that had woken me up. It had been a pair of headlights. By the time I’d shoved out of bed and blinked the sleep of fog away, I’d only caught the glow of taillights down the road.

I’d chosen Juniper Hill because it got no traffic. But every now and then, someone would take a wrong turn. Or high school kids would think they’d stumbled on a deserted road where they could park and go at it in the backseat only to come up on my house.

After the car, that’s when I’d heard the kid. Once I’d heard his cry, I couldn’t not hear it. It had carried through the night, bringing with it memories I’d tried for years to forget.

“Well . . . I’m still sorry,” Memphis said.

“Do you always apologize this much?” I teased. I thought maybe it would earn me a smile. Instead, she looked like she was about to cry.

“I guess I’m making up for the apologies I should have made but didn’t.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Never mind.” She waved it off with a flick of her delicate wrist. “Thank you for your apology.”

I nodded, turning to leave, but stopped myself. “Don’t worry about the window. Leave it open at night if that helps.”

“Okay.”

Without another word, while I could still stop myself from asking more questions, I ducked out of the room and returned to my kitchen.

It was after midnight by the time I made it home. The sky was dark. So was the loft. I slipped inside, stripped out of my clothes and rushed through a shower.

It was warm in the house, too warm, so I cracked a window before flopping on the bed. With a sheet tugged over my bare legs, I was seconds away from sleep when a piercing wail split the air.

A light turned on above the garage. It only seemed to make that baby scream louder.

That tiny cry was like a dagger to my heart.

It was the sound of a dream lost. The sound of a family gone.

I rolled out of bed and slammed the window closed. Then I snagged my pillow, carrying it to the other side of the house. Where I slept on the couch.

CHAPTER FIVE

MEMPHIS

The microwave in the break room dinged. With my fork between my lips, I carried the steaming container to the round table in the corner. Lunch wasn’t fancy—none of my meals were fancy these days—but my mouth watered as I stirred the yellow noodles before blowing on a bite. I had the fork raised to my lips when a large body filled the doorframe.