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“Nah. I’m happy to help love find its way, even if it isn’t mine.” Agatha smiles.
“So, Tradie and Sheriff… aren’t they the ones that helped get Skipper and me out of the lodge that night when Master Hill…” I can’t finish the sentence and say punished me by public humiliation. Even thinking it makes me want to hurl.
“Yep, that’s them.” She nods.
“And they are Shane and Ben? Best buddies who are secretly gay?”
Agatha laughs. “Yep. Now they come here to maintain their secret.”
I smile, even though I don’t feel like I should, because that’s just sad that grown men have to hide their relationship and only come together at sex parties.
My mood plummets because, yet again, I have something new to worry about. The police aren’t just looking for the person who sent those videos to my parents. They are looking for the sex club and the member list to make everyone pay… All because of me.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Tyler
Paranoia has me jumpy as shit as I drive around Redfield Lake with my girl by my side. I’m fucking happy to see her, but it will only take one nosey arsehole to spot us together and ruin everything.
I’m wearing a cap pulled low on my head, and I haven’t shaved in a week, so the blondish growth on my jaw helps to hide my identity. Even though I didn’t ask her to, Kitten is wearing a cap too, her long dark hair shielding the sides of her face, and the big sunglasses help to hide her eyes.
She’s quieter than usual. Rhys George is normally a chatterbox, so her quietness is making me even more nervous.
I don’t speak while we drive. It takes about twenty minutes to drive around the lake to my house. If we went by boat, it would have taken me five minutes to cruise across from the other side. That’s what I did last night, using my small fishing boat to sneak up to the small jetty on the waterfront near Moxie’s rental house. I had my red mask on the whole time, just in case. There and back.
As we turn off the main road, my heart rate picks up. I’m not sure if I’m excited or it’s the same fucking nerves making me paranoid, but bringing Kitten here is kind of a big deal. My other place above the gym in Fox Pines was a rental. This place I own, and I’ve never had anyone here before besides my sister and her daughter.
In my peripheral, I see Rhys sit up taller in the seat as she looks through the windscreen as my house comes into view.
“Holy shit. This is your place?”
I chuckle at her amazed tone as I pull the car to a stop and look at my house, trying to see it through fresh eyes.
“Yep. This is it. It’s made from shipping containers.”
“No way!” She screeches before pushing the car door open and leaping from my car. “That was a shipping container?” She points up at the house, glancing back at me.
Closing my car door, I nod. “Yep. Multiple shipping containers.”
“It doesn’t even look like it.” She says in disbelief, and I chuckle again.
The house is three levels. A basement, a ground floor and a second story. It’s a crisp white elongated box shape with black window frames and edging around the roofline. The second story has a protruding box-like room sticking out to look over the water, encased in windows and black trim, and there’s a large stone-paved patio that sits below it with stone steps rolling down to the sandy bank.
I smile. I do love this place. I’m not even mad that I have to hide away here. I’d been over teaching for a couple of years. I only stayed because I needed a purpose. Even though I enjoyed teaching, it didn’t mean as much to me as Rhys does. Even though it was a hard decision to make, I’m glad I did.
We make our way to the large glass front entrance, and I unlock the door, holding it open for Rhys to enter. She’s quiet again, but I can see her curious expression as she looks around at the modern interior, taking everything in.
“Ty,” she breathes, “This is so beautiful.” She swings around from gazing at the small living space, and I chuckle because this is a floor I rarely use. She hasn’t seen anything yet.
“You should see upstairs, Kitten.” I gesture to the industrial-style staircase.
Grinning, she moves quickly, obviously eager to see what’s up there, and I follow slowly behind, staring at my space as she peers around. Up here, the view of the lake is serene. The open plan living area spans the long wall of windows with a floating fireplace, the feature in the lounge area, and the gloss black kitchen and dining area off to the side.
“No TV?” Rhys asks, and I grin, moving to the coffee table to pick up a remote. A moment later, a hidden cabinet in the roof slowly lowers down next to the fireplace with the wide screen TV hidden within.
“Get out of town.” She screeches and throws her head back, laughing. “I didn’t realise teachers’ salaries paid so well.”
“They don’t.” I grin. “This is family money.”
