“Wait,” Cheyenne interrupted. “Hewantedyou to see me?”
“Yes, it was like he was trying to be nice and understand that his brother is a total creep.”
“Then why didn’t he just come out and say that?” Lizzy asked. “Why all the cloak and dagger stuff?”
“I have no idea. Frankly, I always thought Wyatt was the only good brother?—”
“You’d be the only one,” Lizzy retorted.
“But the way he yelled at me was totally weird.”
“Because he’s trying to protect you,” Cheyenne beamed. “He’s really a good guy, but he’s pretending to be a bad guy.”
“I’m not so sure about that,” Lizzy muttered. “I think it’s more likely that he’s trying to protect his brother, and he thought if he buttered you up, you wouldn’t press charges against Austin.”
That did make a little more sense. Wyatt wasn’t a bad guy, but he was very protective of his family. In all honesty, I could see him doing some pretty underhanded stuff in the name of keeping his family out of jail.
“Okay, not that this isn’t completely interesting, but what happened last night?” Lizzy asked, stealing another fry. “Ooh, hold that thought. Order up.”
She jumped out of her chair after Roy hit the bell a little too excitedly. With the tray in one hand, she plopped all the food in front of us, digging into my fried pickles right away.
Cheyenne ignored her salad completely and snatched one of my pieces of fried chicken.
“If you knew you weren’t going to eat salad, why the hell did you order it?”
“Because I didn’t know we were going to discuss Wyatt and his shitty brother!”
“But we’re not talking about that anymore,” Lizzy cut in. “Right now, I need to know what happened with my brother.”
“I don’t really want to discuss your brother with you.”
“Oh, believe me, if he hurt you in any way, I will chop off his dick and feed it to him.”
“I would ask you to reconsider your statement since you don’t know the details.”
She stared at me in shock. “He did it, didn’t he?”
I winced at the reminder. It had taken all weekend to stop thinking about it every second of the day, and now I was back to thinking about it.
“Oh my God!” Lizzy shouted, once again drawing everyone’s attention. “He slept with that slut?”
“Keep your voice down,” I hissed.
“I can’t believe I haven’t heard about it yet. Usually, it’s around town much earlier in the morning.”
“It was all around the bank as soon as we opened,” Cheyenne said not-so-helpfully.
Snatching up my Coke, she took a long pull.
“Excuse me, but I need that!” I shouted, yanking it out of her hand.
“I still can’t believe he slept with her. It doesn’t even make any sense. We all saw you that night in here when you were dancing. He loves you!”
“He has a nice way of showing it,” Cheyenne snorted, stealing another fry.
At this point, food was no longer appealing. I didn’t want to talk or think about Liam ever again, and I had done a great job pushing him from my mind when I went to work.
Now it was all rushing back to the forefront of my mind. And with everyone in the bar whispering as they looked at me, it was impossible to escape.
