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“Don’t worry. I’m not following you or anything,” I assure her. “In fact, my brother and my MC president told me specifically not to see you again.”
“Oh yeah?” she asks, her shoulders relaxing as she rests her backside against the bumper of what I’m assuming is her silver Honda Accord.
I take a few more steps, closing some of the distance between us.
“Not to mention that your father will probably shoot me if he sees us talking.”
“Ah, yeah, probably. Last night, he forbade me from seeing you too. So, um, I moved out.”
“You really moved out of your house because of me?”
She shakes her head, sending her long hair flying. Onceshe brushes the strands out of her face again, she says, “No, not because I wanted to see you again or anything, but because it was time, you know, to get my own place. I’m staying with my friend Holly for now.”
“The same friend who dropped you off and drove away without waiting to see if your car started?”
“It’s no biggie.”
“It is a biggie, Lyla. Especially after last night.” When she glances at her feet, the shoes with the little dogs on them, I begin to think I was right about her running from someone. “Who were you running from last night?” I ask her.
Her eyes lift in surprise. “H-how did you know?”
“I didn’t put it together until this morning. What happened, and why didn’t you tell me last night?”
She shrugs. “I’m not even sure there was someone. I could’ve imagined it. I didn’t have my glasses on. I still don’t…crap, I’m not supposed to drive without them. Fucking Laurel…” She pushes away from the car and paces away from me.
“What did you think you saw?” I ask since I don’t think it was her imagination or bad eyesight.
“I thought it was a man, but I’m not sure. I couldn’t see much of them or their face.”
“And they were following you out to the parking lot?”
Lyla nods with her back still to me, arms wrapped around her waist.
“You should’ve told me. You should’ve told someone. What if I scared them away? What if I hadn’t been in the parking lot?”
Now she turns and flashes me a small smile. “Then I would’ve felt really stupid getting killed because I tripped and fell.”
“Lyla…”
“You didn’t see anyone else around me, did you?”
“No, but…”
“Then I was probably just being paranoid. Either way, I’m glad you were here.”
“Me too. And I’m glad I got to see you again today.”
Like some sort of buzzer telling me our time is up, a motorcycle, hopefully my motorcycle, cranks up behind me. When I glance over my shoulder, RJ gives me a thumbs-up.
“So, I guess my bike finally cranked,” I tell Lyla.
“Is that RJ?”
“Yeah.”
She lifts her hand to wave at him, and I glance over to catch my brother waving back enthusiastically, then flexing his bicep like a jackass. “He’s the second youngest of four boys, born just thirteen months before me. I’m not sure what our parents were thinking,” I joke.
“I know what you mean,” Lyla replies. “There’s only eighteen months between me and Laurel, so I’ve sort of always assumed I was a whoopsie baby…”
