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I help my siren up off the floor, dragging her into my arms for another searing kiss. I want to keep her here forever. I fucking wish she was just that little bit older already. I’m already going against her parents by meeting up with her last night and having her here today. I should know better, me being the adult and all, but my rationality is fleeting when it comes to how I feel about Rhys.
When the water level is right, I flick off the water and take Kitten’s hand, leading her up the steps to help her into the bath. She moans as she sinks down, and I climb in after her, thankful I went all out and paid for this oversized tub when I built this place.
We get settled, me sitting behind her as we face the window that overlooks the west and the pink-tinged sunset. She feels so fucking right in my arms. Perfect, like she was made for me. I’ve waited so long for her to come into my life. I can’t imagine I could ever have this connection with anyone else. Rhys George is my end game. It’s her or nothing.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Marcus
It’s fucking boring here without Rhee. She left hours ago, sneaking off through the trees to meet Tyler while Shaun kept us hostage so we couldn’t follow her. Bossi is on my shit list for his part in all of this, and if Garrett’s brooding is anything to go by, then he is on the same page as me. Simon is quiet, which is disturbing in itself, and I know Bossi can feel the tension in the air as he tries to distract us.
I’m fucking pissed at both Bossi and Rhee. This secret of who Tyler is, is going to create big fucking issues. Hell, it already has. Yes, most of those issues will be with me, but I can’t fucking help it. I’m obsessed with Rhys, and this whole not knowing the identity but kind of recognising the voice of Ty is making me crazy. Who the fuck is he?
The guys have been gaming for the last three hours, and I can’t seem to concentrate, so I make us toasties for dinner and do the dishes before I do the one thing I promised myself I wouldn’t do.
I pick up my phone, open SnapChat and find Rhys’ location on SnapMaps.
She shares her location with just us these days, and she’s been sending a few snaps of herself pulling funny faces inside Ty’s house, so her location is current. She’s across the other side of the lake, and I move to the window, looking out over the water in the general direction that Rhys is.
She’s just over there, somewhere along the bank in a waterfront house. So fucking close. My eyes move down to the small jetty that sits between this house and the one we were at last night. There’s a small tinnie tied up, just waiting to be used.
“Are you gonna play again, Grady?” Shaun asks, and I drag my gaze from the boat to my mates.
“Yeah-Nah. I think I’m gonna get some fresh air.” It’s not a total lie. I will get fresh air. I just leave out what else I’ll be doing.
“Whatever, man.” Shaun shrugs, not taking his eyes off the screen, and I take that moment to make my getaway.
I just want to see who this Tyler guy is. I get that he’s older and what they have going is illegal, so they need to keep it quiet. But I have no intention of dobbing him in. I just need to know.
After slipping out the door, I rush down the front steps and head straight for the jetty. I don’t know who’s fucking boat it is, but it’s similar to the one my dad used to take me fishing on, and hopefully the owner has left the key somewhere on board like my dad used to.
The sun is setting, painting the sky pink, reflecting off the calm of the lake. It’s beautiful here. Tranquil. I hope I can afford to buy a house here one day. I’d spend my days fishing, swimming and fucking Rhee without a care in the world. I want that for her. For us. A place where we can be ourselves, that we can call our own and do as we please. I guess I may have to share it with my mates too, but I could think of worse things.
I run along the jetty, climbing on board the tinnie and use the flashlight on my phone to see better in the fading daylight. Sliding my hand under the lip of the bow, I nearly fucking cheer when I find the magnetic box that contains a key. I pull it free and, to my relief, it’s not even a key box that requires a code to open.
I set to work, untying the tinnie from its mooring and then start the motor up. The tranquillity in the air vanishes as the little motors revs cut through the silence, and I know without a doubt that the guys will be able to hear it.
Deciding not to second guess my irrational behaviour, I steer the little boat, taking off quickly in the general direction that Rhys is on the other side of the lake. Noise behind me drags my attention away from the water before me, and I see my mates bursting from the house, running down the steps and towards the jetty, calling for me to stop.
I know I should. I fucking know it, yet I don’t. I turn my back on them and ignore their yells, pulling out my phone to make sure I’m headed in the right direction.
I just need to know.
It doesn’t take me long to reach the other side of the lake, and the closer I get, the guiltier I feel. Yet do I turn back? No, I fucking don’t!
There’s a huge chance that if Rhys catches me, she will rip my balls from my body. I’m hopeful I can be stealthy enough to have a quick look before going back to the boat and heading back to the others. All I want is a look. That’s it.
I’ve hit ignore on about fifteen calls from the guys, and I turn my phone on silent after I tie the boat up on someone’s jetty closer to where my girl is on the map. As I make my way onto the bank, I re-check the map again to find the location, then head west along the waterfront. It’s nearly dark now, with the last remnants of pink on the horizon helping to keep me hidden.
I walk about five hundred metres before the lights of a house come into view, and another look at the map tells me that is where Rhee is. I stumble my way through the dark, up some fancy stone steps to a modern-looking house that I think is light in colour. It’s hard to tell in the dark.
As I round the side of the house, following the path, I see a car parked and then an entrance into the house, which is a huge glass door.
Sneaking up to it, I peek around the door frame, trying to remain out of view, but it doesn’t matter. There’s no one there to see me. The light that I saw from the waterfront seems to be coming from the second story, which royally fucks with my plan of peeking through a window to get a glimpse at this Tyler guy.
Without even thinking, my hand comes to the handle of the door and pulls down to see if it’s unlocked. When the handle shifts all the way down, and the door clicks open, I fucking freeze. I honestly thought it would be locked, but it’s not, and now I have a choice to make.
Do I go in, try to sneak a peek, or do I turn around and go back to the others?
