“Just doing our best to help, Ma’am.”
Amelia doesn’t pick up on the white hat, good cowboy bullshit I’m laying down with a heavy dose of sarcasm.
“But… you are not what Aila needs in her life right now.‘Kay?”
Sure, I give Aila the chance to stand up for me, but no.The two women stay seated on the couch like they’re in their own little bubble.
Fuck this shit.I am tempted to leave them to sort this mess out on their own.
A rumbling two-stroke engine sound is coming along the road from the jetty side.
My Harley’s outside, probably looking like a beacon.
Using my vampire speed and strength, I push my motorcycle down the road as far away from the entrance to Ben’s farm as I can get before getting it started.
My obsession can wait.The MC must come first.
The devil just rode into town—on a fucking quadbike.
ChapterTwenty-Two
Aila
Iblink and he’s gone.
Shit, Theron, be a little more subtle, why don’t you?
Fortunately, Mom’s busy braiding my hair.It’s what she used to do whenever I had a bad day.I feel the soothing sensation of the comb pulling through my hair as the detangling spray cools my scalp.
I can’t stop staring at that empty spot by the door now that Theron is no longer here.
His unexpectedly sudden absence gives me a lot to think about.My vampire biker has become this weird hybrid of guardian angel and dangerous lover.Yes, he sucks my blood whenever we have sex, but never once have I felt endangered by it.
When Theron accepted my decision to leave with such quiet dignity, I was kinda pissed that he was so casual about it.
But the moment he showed up again, I was disproportionately relieved.
Is that how it’s always going to be with Theron and me?How quickly did I get used to him always being there to catch me when I fell?Right from the start, there was an addictive quality to my luscious vampire biker.
Even putting Theron’s habit-forming handsomeness aside, his steadiness and serenely sexy manners are so much more than skin deep.He is like that refreshing drink of cold water after too much hot tea.
And when my mind puts it like that, is it any wonder that I am able to see how Piers coming to Landslide might just be a godsend in disguise?
“Piers is here, Mom.He came with the ferry.”
Just as she’s always done, my mother keeps calm and carries on braiding.But I can feel her fingers trembling.
“Well, we’re just going to have to cross this new barrier when we know more about why he followed you here, won’t we?”
None of what Mom is saying seems to comfort me.It’s polite platitudes.That’s all.
“Look on the bright side, baba.Maybe he just wants to apologize.It’s one of the steps to recovery, isn’t it?Piers really liked to party as I seem to recall, so it makes sense that posh family of his would send him to rehab sooner or later.And we’ve got Ben to protect us now.”
All I can do is nod.
Suddenly, I’m very angry.How dare that billionaire waste of space come here and try to patch things up?When is that vulture going to take the hint?
“Are you mad at me, Aila?I’m really sorry.I should have told you about the date with that faker.”
