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As soon as Bear leaves the house, I regret my decision.
Maybe I should’ve gone with him.
Lyla and Bear will probably work things out. He lied to her, so he just needs to apologize and have her forgive him.
Thane and me? Hell, I have no idea what happened, why he left, or why he didn’t even say goodbye. Not really.
He was already packed and halfway out the door when I found out he was leaving. No calls or texts means it’s over and done.
I thought everything was going great between us, but maybe things were just great for me.
It’s not like I have any experience being with a man. I probably did something wrong, something he hated.
Having sex ruined whatever good thing we had going.
I should’ve turned down his offer, especially after he told me more than once he would never let me fuck him.
Maybe Thane leaving was for the best.
It hurts like hell now, but at least I won’t have to come out to my brothers or face my father’s wrath. Everything can go back to normal, the way it was before I met Thane. Back to screwing faceless women whose names I don’t even know. Back to feeling completely empty inside, not just in my head but also in my heart.
* * *
Thane
Lyla and I were able to get a decent deal on one of the extended-stay hotels for a two-bedroom condo when we got down to Atlanta. Right now, we’re paid up for a week, but it could be longer if Lyla gets the job she’s interviewing for on Thursday.
And me? Well, I registered to be a driver for a ride-share company so I can try to make a little money picking people up and dropping them off around.
Since we’re staying in the busy part of town, sleeping is nearly impossible anyway. I may as well be making a little cash at night.
And even if we were in the middle of nowhere without a peep of sound, I probably couldn’t get any shut-eye. How could I when I see RJ’s face every time I close my eyes? His angry face, which is my least favorite.
A random knock on the front door in the middle of the day when I’m hanging out watching television puts me on edge.
Lyla and I haven’t been in town long enough to make friends and haven’t ordered any food delivery today.
My gun is in my back waistband when I quietly walk over to look out the peephole.
While I’m a little disappointed seeing the grumpy man on the other side, it’s possible he didn’t come alone.
Unlocking and unchaining the door, I yank it open but stand in the open space, blocking his entry.
“What are you doing here?” I ask. “How the hell did you find us?”
“I need to see Lyla,” Barrett says. The man looks like shit. There are heavy bags under his eyes, and his hair is flat from apparently riding for hours with his helmet on.
“She doesn’t want to see you,” I tell him. “That’s why she left.”
“Let me in so I can talk to her.”
“No.”
“No?”
“She’s not here.”
“Her car is right there!” He points over to her car, parked among the sea of other guests’ vehicles.
