“What are they like?”
“Typical boys. Loud. Like sports. Girls.”
“Do they have girlfriends?”
“They did last time I saw them. I’m sure they have new ones now. They’re good-looking boys. They have no problems getting girls.”
He turns onto the freeway.
“Are we almost there?”
“We have about two hours to go, or three if traffic is bad.”
“Two hours? I thought Brock lived in LA.”
“He has a condo here for when he needs to be at the studio, but his main home is in La Jolla. That’s where the family lives. It’s a beautiful home on a cliff overlooking the ocean. The beach is narrow and rocky and the water’s cold so it’s not good for swimming, but the house has a large pool. Do you like to swim?”
I don’t answer, too angry at Brock for not telling me where I’d be living. The only bright side of coming here was knowing I’d be in a huge city with diverse people and lots to do, like New York.
I lean forward toward Harley. “Where is this place?”
“La Jolla? It’s south of here. Just north of San Diego. It’s a very exclusive town. Very expensive.”
“Is it small?”
“It is, but it’s only a short drive to San Diego.”
“I thought I’d be living in LA, not some small town.”
“Brock thought it’d be a better place to raise the boys. They could get into too much trouble in LA.”
I sit back in my seat. “This really pisses me off.”
“What was that?” Harley glances back at me in the mirror.
“Nothing,” I mutter, getting out my phone. I text Axl again.He lied.
He immediately texts back.
Who lied?
Brock. His house isn’t in LA. It’s in some small town two hours away.
WTF?
I know, right? Can’t believe he didn’t tell me!
Want to talk?
When I get there. Call you later.
“It won’t be so bad,” Harley says. “La Jolla’s a nice place to live, especially if you like the outdoors.”
“I hate the outdoors.”
He laughs. “City girl?”
“Manhattan. I lived in a high-rise apartment. The only time I went outdoors was to get to the subway.”
