With that bombshell, Kyleah left with a smirk at Amy. Stunned, I stared after her.
“Did that cunt just insinuate…?”
“Yeah. Bitch face reckons she’s had your baby. I’m calling Moon. He’ll do some deep digging,” Nanci said, whipping her phone out.
“No way was she pregnant when I left her. Kyleah would’ve used that to stop me leaving,” I denied.
“Vortex, we’ll soon find out,” Nanci promised.
I turned to Amy, who appeared as shocked as I felt. “Um, I’m going to change clothes. This doesn’t concern me.”
My hand shot out and gently grabbed her wrist. “We’ll both go and get changed and then speak to Moon. This involves you, as you’re my girlfriend.”
“Um, we’ve not even had a date, Vortex, and if you have a baby, that needs to be your priority,” Amy replied.
“Brave girl, I can tell you right now. That bitch isn’t pregnant, nor has she ever been. Kyleah wouldn’t let a kid ruin her figureunless she was married to Daddy Megabucks. Whatever she’s up to, Kyleah’s lying through her teeth.”
“How certain are you?” Amy asked, biting her bottom lip.
“One hundred and ten per cent. I always wrapped,” I ground out.
“Why would she say those things then?”
“Who the hell knows what’s going through Kyleah’s mind?” But suspicion nagged at me. I could have sworn that I saw Kyleah leave the clubhouse the other day after we’d discussed Natasha and the crash. What if I’d been right? Amy’s identity had been outed the day after Kyleah last appeared.
Had Kyleah listened to the conversation and leaked the information? Fuck!
“I’m going to change,” Amy said, and I nodded, letting her go as I was distracted. I hoped to hell that I was wrong. But something told me I wasn’t. Kyleah was scheming, and I had to figure out what before she caused Amy further pain.
???
“Don’t forget the ceremony tomorrow,” Inglorious interrupted my thoughts a couple of hours later. I was in my office checking over some plans, and I looked up, confused. “You’ve forgotten.”
“What?”
“The fuckin’ memorial Rapid City is holding. They’re unveiling some new statue, as if there aren’t enough.”
“Shit,” I cursed.
“As VP, you have to attend,” Inglorious stated.
“Understand that. I’m not ducking out, but I don’t think the atmosphere is what Amy needs.”
Inglorious saw my dilemma. “Drew’s staying. Get him to stay here with Amy.”
“Good idea. She likes Drew, and I feel better if she has an armed cop at her side.”
“Let her know, don’t spring it on her,” Inglorious said, and I nodded.
Amy had spent the day with Nanci, weighing up the reality of a town library. Amy had suggested opening a bookshop with a section where readers could pay a donation and borrow a book, like a library. That way, if someone kept the book, then we could replace it. It was a good idea, and they were working out the logistics.
“No, I won’t. Are we all eating at the restaurant tonight?” I asked. Meadow had been instructed not to cook dinner. The chef at The Chef’s Promise had prepared some menu items and wanted feedback. The entire club was supposed to be eating there.
“Yeah, that’s still on. Are you bringing Amy?”
“Yup. Are we having separate tables?” I was wondering if I could turn it into a date. Inglorious sent me a mocking glance.
“Forget it, bro, they’re not going to behave,” he said, and I sighed. Probably not.
