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“I know, but I have the knife Greg gave me, and you know I’ll be fine?—”
“The Irish really like their guns, Layla,”someone else says.“I think we need to figure out what Seán wants and then go from there.”
“Greg, I have a tracker on her phone and it’s bugged just in case,” Tyler says. Shaking my head, I swallow back a snort that the techy nerd would Lo-Jack his girlfriend. “What? I put it in after the bar. I don’t fuck with our girl’s safety.”
Our.
Damn.
Fuck.
I think my head just exploded.
“I think I need some girl talk soon, Lay,”Lennon chuckles.“Draven’s little speech was much too polished to be just a kind gesture. Look, just take care of my little sister, guys, okay? I’m not comfortable with her going to see this guy, but I do know she can take care of herself.”
“I have a question before I get off the phone,” Layla says, her cheeks flaming. It’s absolutely adorable. “Where does Seán live?”
“He is too cagey to let anyone know where he lives, but he calls Chicago home,”Greg rumbles.
“Fuck,” Tyler, Layla and I mutter.
“My next tour stop is Chicago, Lenny,” Layla says. “I won’t be able to put him off, and it’s a five hour drive here from Chicago. This is going to limit my ability to negotiate.”
“Uncle Jordan would tell you that you can always negotiate, even when the choices aren’t great,”Lennon says seriously.“I’ve been there, done that, but I am worried about you. Keep your wits about you, and your knife with you, okay?”
“Okay,” Layla says softly. I thought a twenty-six-year-old woman walking armed everywhere was overkill, but I can tell from Lennon’s voice that she thinks it’s necessary. It also sounds like this girl has been through some shit in life.
“Get some sleep, Lay. We love you. I still need a video call at some point too,”Lennon tells her.
“Snuggle the babies for me,” Layla says with a small smile. “I have some new songs written, so hopefully I can show you them when things settle down.”
“My recording studio is yours,”her sister says warmly.“It’ll be a good excuse for the boys to beat the shit out of Mav and Atlas.”
Snorting, I can tell she’s quite serious. My friends are in for a world of hurt. If I had been in their shoes five years ago, I don’tthink I’d have the strength to kick this incredible woman out of my bed.
Layla simply smirks. “I will make sure to make their lives hell in the meantime,” she chuckles. “I think I’ve finally had my fill of their attitudes.”
“So what I hear you saying is that I can rearrange their faces with Sally,”someone snarks, making Layla giggle.
“Yes, Turner. I have no use for them. Have at it,” Layla says, rolling her eyes.
I have a feeling she’s getting ahead of herself, but I really do hope she gives them hell.
“Good night, guys. Talk soon,” Layla says before hanging up. It’s nearing midnight now, and she bites her lip. “Do we have a number for this guy?”
There’s a small tremble in her voice, and I squeeze her fingers. “We’ll be here the entire time,” I reassure her.
Layla’s gaze cuts to Tyler and he nods. “I have the number. Ronan texted it to me. Draven is right, Little Flower. We got you, no matter what, Baby Girl,” he tells her.
Nodding, Layla takes a deep breath as she takes Tyler’s phone for the number.
“Can I dial it?” He winces. “I know you can, but I can make it so you can’t be traced.”
“Go do your thing.” Layla smirks.
Nodding, Tyler adjusts his glasses as he takes off for his laptop. It really is adorable how nerdy and capable he is. Jumping back on the bed, he grins at us manically as he opens his computer and does a few things before he hums under his breath.
“It’s not perfect, but he won’t be able to figure out exactly where you are. It’s safer this way. I want you to actually sleep tonight,” Tyler says. “You’ve been working so hard, I can see how tired you are.”
