“I mean, I knew you had a brother… but I feel you left out a couple details.”
“Like how my twin brother hates me?”
“Why?”
“Who knows?” I shrug, before walking over and grabbing my jeans up off of the floor.
“Zane.” I don’t even look at her, but I can see the look she’s giving me right now.
“He blames me for some things.”
“Like what?”
“It’s not important.”
“It is. I get it that there are more important things going on right now, but it’s still important.” She says as she picks a pair of jeans and pulls them up.
I follow behind Tatum as we walk down the stairs, and I hear Liza laughing in the kitchen.
“How long have they been together?” Tatum whispers.
“They’re not.”
“Really?” She tilts her head at me and I just shrug, telling her that if they are, I have no fucking clue about it.
We’re walking into the kitchen and I see Liza looking at my brother and I just shake my head. But honestly, if they were, it wouldn’t surprise me.
“Where’s Liv?”
“Her and Billie are at the clubhouse.” Liza tells me.
“Why are they there?”
“Someone’s been following them.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah.” Liza whispers. “They’ve been following me, too.”
“Why didn’t you guys call us sooner?” I ask, leaning over the table.
“It’s only been going on for a few weeks. I didn’t think it was serious…” She trails, and I know she’s keeping something from me.
I look over at my brother and nod, now no longer worried about them being in immediate danger. “And you’ve been up there for a few weeks? Which antagonized whoever more?”
“Possibly. I’m supposed to still be on tour.”
“Yeah, why are you back?”
“We did a show in Bakersfield. They came out, and well—” He trails off.
“You finally got your head out of your ass?” I’m surprised when Zeke and I both laugh at my comment.
“Something like that.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Liza asks.
I watch the look pass between them and she smiles, looking down.
