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I have no idea what the hell the first part of her statement means.
“Do you want me to fix the hole I made?”
“No. We already fixed it.”
“Liar,” I say before I push open the door to slip past her to go see for myself.
The door slams closed, and then she’s on my heels. “I didn’t invite you in!”
“I’m not a vampire, so I didn’t actually need an invitation,” I tell her as I eyeball the damage, still looking as bad as it did the day it happened. “After the shit with Lyla settles down, I’ll come back and fix it.”
“I don’t need you to fix my wall. I don’t need anything from you except for you to leave!”
The words barely leave her mouth before the doorbell rings, followed by several insistent knocks.
Lyla. I would bet anything those angry, pounding knuckles are my daughter’s.
I’m heading for the door before Holly moves. “This is my house! I can answer my own door,” she says before I yank it open.
“What are you doing at my best friend’s house?” Lyla snaps, and for a second, I freeze, worried she’ll figure out something was going on, just not today. But today, at least, I have an excuse for being here.
“I was looking for you after you stormed out of the bar! Where the hell have you been?”
Holly appears beside me and pauses as if she isn’t sure what to say either. Finally, she goes with “Oh, good, you’re okay.”
“Oh my god. Stop with the lies! I’m so sick of being lied to by everyone I know! Now you’re gonna have my best friend lie to me too?”
“Isaac was looking for you,” Holly tells her. “He didn’t believe me when I said you weren’t staying here, so he busted into the town house to search it!”
That, thankfully, she seems to believe since some of the fire in her eyes simmers down. Before I can begin to explain why she needs to let the Dockery shit go, Lyla blurts out, “I was just coming by to tell you I’m going to Atlanta.”
“Atlanta!” I exclaim.
“If I get the job, then I’m moving down there.”
“No, Lyla. Don’t go,” I beg her.
“I have to.”
“You were happy with Barrett, weren’t you?” I remind her, pulling out anything I can to try and keep her from leaving. “I know you were. Hell, I heard you even helped him start up a charity.”
“I was happy with him,” she agrees. “But now I don’t know if he wanted to be with me or if you made him.”
“What?”
Is that what this is about? Fulton somehow fucked things up with her?
“Keep her safe, or it’s open season on the Savage Kings,”Lyla says, quoting a note I gave to Fulton a few weeks back with the Dockery file. Shit.
“That man would’ve done anything to protect you, baby girl. He didn’t need my threat hanging over his head to do it. He wanted to be with you.”
“Then why did you threaten him? Their MC?”
“I thought they were going to try and shut my club down. I couldn’t let that happen. You know how many men depend on their place in the Devil Hounds.”
“Maybe that’s the truth, maybe not. It’s impossible to believe anything that comes out of your mouth,” she says before she turns around and walks back to her car.
As soon as she pulls out of the parking lot, I know there’s nothing I can do to stop her. She’s going to move to Georgia to get away from me, away from Fulton, with or without the truth. And I fucking hate it.
