Silas
So, you spy on women, pay for half their lives even before their father bites the dust, and then you stalk them for fun?
No, and he knows it.
Me
Better than stalking you to shoot you.
Silas
Asshole. She likes me better than you, anyway.
Adrenaline shoots through me at that, and I glare at my phone.
You wish.
Then I put it away and let the programs run as I lock up behind me, passing through the kitchen, pausing at the foyer where the new door sits shut, looking the same as before. Looking like no one rammed it open.
But I note the thick line of shadow around it.The door is thick steel, painted to look like it did, and I'm betting if I ran my hand over it, there'd be a thin veneer of wood.
Cade organized it through the ones we got in to fix his door.
The windows have all been done, and steel shutters now lock into place.
My house is its own safe room now.
But I don't plan for it to be attacked again.
I stare up the stairs.
Obviously, Lyndall has her own floor, one that has another guest room. And I'm not sure how she'll feel about lessons coming to her right next door, but?—
But what?
She'll be fine.
Knowing her, she'll like it.
I'm just putting off thinking about the person I don't want to think about, the female consuming me.
She stirs a maelstrom inside me. One I didn't know existed, one that...
I blow out a breath.
I meant it when I said she's in my heart. How could she not be?
The rest?
I don't even understand the rest. Other than I don't want her to go.
I move into the study and pour a drink.
Then another.
On the third, the chill is lifting from me. The fog, too.
I want to solve this, make sure she's okay, along with my little sister, and then I need to tell Louie his issue is fixed and he can buy his startup back. And then...maybe then I can work out what this thing is with Lola. What she means, really means, to me.
