“Ashton reached out to his brother and Remy has already put in a call to the owner of the Thunder,” West says.
“That’s why we wanted to make sure you were safe before shit hit the fan,” Bodi adds. “Your dad is going to be pissed.”
“Well, I’m really thankful. I was scared. And I’m still scared for Lindy. I don’t know what they’ll do with her if they take the money and run or something.”
Neither West nor Bodi say anything.
“I don’t know what we can do,” West says finally. “You’re not her legal guardian. As far as we know, there are no signs of abuse.”
“What if they take her far away and I never see her again?” I whisper.
“We’ll do our best to figure something out,” Bodi says, glancing at me. “But my priority was you.”
I don’t know how to respond to that since I still don’t know where we stand as a couple. At least I know he cares about my well-being, and that counts for something.
Well, it counts for a lot.
In fact, I’m feeling a lot of confusing emotions at the moment, and I don’t know what to say or do.
Twenty minutes later I’m checked into a suite at a nearby Hilton.
“What happens now?” I ask, looking from one to the other.
“I’m going back to the arena,” West says. “Bodi’s going to stay here with you until we know what’s what.”
“Here.” Bodi hands him the keys. “Take my SUV.”
“I’ll call or text, let you know what’s going on.”
And then West is gone and it’s just Bodi and me.
“I need to know about the blonde in the picture,” I say, opting to get it over with.
“The what?” He looks genuinely confused.
“My Dad showed me a picture of you and West and some of the guys out the other night. You had a blonde on your lap.”
“I didn’t.” He shakes his head. “I don’t know what you saw, but that didn’t happen.”
I stare at him and he stares back.
“Did you cheat on me the day after we decided to lie low?” I ask bluntly.
“Not in a million years,” he responds automatically. “How could you think that? I love you, Jayne.”
Chapter
Forty-Three
Bodi
I watch myriad emotions play on her face as she blinks away tears.
“Babe? You believe me, don’t you?” I don’t know what picture she’s talking about because I absolutely didn’t have anyone on my lap or anywhere else that close to me.
“I don’t…know.” She sniffles as a tear leaks out of one eye.
“Shh. Don’t cry, baby.” I reach out and swipe it with my thumb. “I would never cheat on you. I didn’t. Here.” He pulls out his phone and opens to his photographs. “There are a bunch of pictures from that night but there’s no one on my lap. And you’re welcome to read every text, every email—I have nothing to hide.”
