“Any more bullshit? You ran off with that little accountant of yours.” Pax squints.
Shaking my head, I drop my hands along my thighs. “That’s not true. If you’d asked him, you’d have known. If you’d asked me, you’d have known.”
That’s what silences him. His gaze slides over me, as if trying to look inside my head.
“Did you ever ask him?” My voice is soft. I tilt my head as I look up at him.
With a deep sigh, he runs a hand through that beautiful long hair of his. The only response is a head shake.
“I promise I won’t ghost him, okay?” I reach for his arm, but at the last moment I decide it probably isn’t such a good idea.
“Still, you screwed us over, Layne. We’re in serious shit because of you and that asshole of a husband of yours. Do you have any idea what he knew? Do you have any clue why he was killed?” His eyes look over me to a place behind me. “Anything. Anything can help.”
I squeeze my eyes together. “No, I know nothing. What’s going on, Pax?”
He attempts to walk past me, but I block his path. When he looks at me again, the cold stare is back. “That’s none of your business, since it’s club business. Get out of my house, Layne.”
“Seriously? You’re accusing me, but you won’t tell me of what?” A frustrated groan comes out of my throat before I can stop it. “You guys really are… argh,” I bring out, as I can’t find the right word.
I throw my hands in the air, turn around and stomp out of the cottage. Stepping outside, the full force of my emotions hit me, and I find myself crying uncontrollably, tears streaming down my face. Furiously, I slip on my shoes on the porch and stomp away. I walk toward the clubhouse when I hear my name from behind me.
“Layne, wait.”
Wildly, I start wiping away the tears, but it’s a lost cause.
“Layne!” Colt grabs my arm, but I jerk away.
“Let go of me,” I say through gritted teeth.
There’s a deep frown on his forehead. “Hey, are you okay? What happened?”
“Fine. Nothing, okay? Never mind.” I turn and want to continue walking, but he grabs my arm once more. “Seriously, Colton, let go of me.”
He holds his hands up in the air as I look at him. “You sure?”
With a nod, I take a step forward. “Definitely. I’m going home.” Then I walk away. My tears are still falling, though less violently. I feel Colt’s blue gaze on my back until I disappear from view behind the garage.
As fast as I can, I run up the stairs to the walkway on the outside of the clubhouse and disappear into the apartment. I kick off my shoes and put my hands in front of my eyes. My shoulders shake as I cry soundlessly.
“Lay?”
A shiver passes through me upon hearing his voice.
“Hey.” His fingers stroke my arm. “Where did you come from?”
My hand slowly goes to my mouth and I stare up at him with watery eyes. “What do you know that I don’t, Ky?”
“What?” He cradles my cheek and, with his thumb, he brushes my fingers from my mouth.
“What do you know that I don’t?” I whisper again. A frown appears on his forehead, but that’s the only movement I detect in him. “Ky?”
“Where did you come from?” His voice changes from concerned to a cooler tone and my body stiffens.
“I was at Paxton’s. Ky, what’re you hiding?” I take a step toward him, trying to look into his eyes, but he turns his face away from me.
“What did he say?”
“Nothing. That I’m trouble. That I screwed you guys over.” I twist my upper body in another attempt to look him in the eye, but to no avail.
