Because of You (28 page)

“So, Brady. Doesn’t Layla look amazing?” Gwen prods.

Brady just nods dumbly without saying a word.

“Don’t you have anything to say to her?” Gwen says through her smile and clenched teeth.

After a few awkward seconds, he finally speaks.

“What is it about my bathroom that causes both of the women in my life to lock themselves in there at separate times and chop it all off?” Brady says with a shake of his head, throwing his hands up in the air in puzzlement.

I look back at Gwen and we both stare at each other’s hair before we burst out laughing. We’re laughing so hard that tears are falling from both of our eyes and Gwen clutches her stomach. At the tail end of our laughing fit, Brady walks up next to me, runs both of his hands down the side of my head, and holds them in place on either side of my face. He stares into my eyes for a few minutes with a soft smile on his face before leaning in and kissing my cheek.

“I thought it was impossible for you to be any more beautiful than you already were,” he whispers in my ear while Gwen gives us some privacy and turns on the television.

“Jesus, was I fucking wrong.”

I can hear the desire in his voice, and it makes my stomach flip with excitement. This day started out amazing and quickly turned horrifying. I breathe a sigh of relief because it looks like it might end on a more positive note.

I snatch up my ringing cell phone and smile when I see who’s calling, despite all of the anxiety I’m feeling.

“Garrett, what’s up man?”

I hear a baby scream in the background and rustling over the line before he answers.

“Baby shit, lots and lots of baby shit,” he replies with a sigh.

“Does that mean married life is good or are you ready to throw in the towel?” I ask with a laugh, receiving a punch in the arm from Gwen who’s sitting next to me at my small kitchen table while Layla is showering and the bright morning sun shines through the window.

“Nah, things are good. Things are really good. Parker just got home from a photo shoot in Arizona, and Annie is finally sleeping through the night. It’s good having both of my girls under one roof, man.”

I can hear the smile and happiness in Garrett’s voice. For a minute, a feeling of envy washes over me. Garrett and Parker were able to work through some pretty fucking extreme odds in the last year, and they managed to make it work. They’re both happier than I’ve ever seen them, and it makes me suddenly wish I had that kind of happiness. I never thought marriage and kids would be in the cards for me, not wanting to find someone and then leave her alone every few months while I traipsed across the globe on SEAL missions. Now that I’m retired from the Navy and have a more stable job, not to mention an amazing woman who has worked her way under my skin, I feel more hopeful about the future for the first time in my life.

“So anyway, I got your message last night about looking into Jack Carlysle’s car accident,” Garrett says as I hear Parker’s voice cooing and laughing in the background.

I had left a message for Garrett the night before after Layla fell asleep on the couch with Emma snuggled up next to her. I felt like a pansy-ass for getting all emotional while standing in the room watching them sleep. Gwen and Emma are my whole life, and Layla is quickly moving into that same category. Seeing how well she gets along with Gwen, and then Emma when she got home from school, made my heart feel like it would burst out of my chest.

I tried contacting June at the bar to see if she could expand a little more about the suspicions she said she had involving Jack’s death, but I couldn’t reach her. I called Garrett in the meantime and had him do some digging.

“It took a while, but I was able to find out something a little weird. You said the guy died when his brakes went out and his car slammed into a tree, right?” Garrett asks.

“Yep, that’s what Layla told me, and all the news articles I read and the police report confirmed the same thing.”

I hear Garrett flipping through some pages for a few seconds before he responds.

“Here’s the strange thing. The day before the accident, Jack Carlysle had an appointment at the same garage he’d gone to for twenty years. Local establishment, same owner since the sixties, reputable place. And guess what he fixed?”

Garrett pauses and a feeling of dread fills my stomach before I answer.

“His brakes,” I reply softly.

“Ding, ding, ding! Correct.”

I shake my head in confusion and take a moment to make sure I can still hear the sound of the shower running down the hall where Layla is.

“If his brakes were recently fixed, how the fuck did they manage to go?” I ask angrily as Gwen looks at me with raised eyebrows.

“Well, I spoke to the owner, Bill, real nice guy, and I didn’t get any kind of vibe from him that he had any ill will towards Jack. He was genuinely upset about the whole thing and swore up and down that when he personally changed the brake pads and fluid, nothing was amiss and everything was in top shape when he finished,” Garrett explains.

“So someone got to that car after it was fixed,” I conclude. “Why the hell wasn’t this brought up with the police? Why didn’t Bill tell them there was no way something could have accidentally gone wrong with Jack’s brakes?”

Garrett sighs. “Jack’s vehicle was the last one Bill worked on that day. The last one he worked on ever, actually. He retired that day and closed the doors to his shop, something he’d been planning for over two years. That night, Bill got on a plane with his wife and flew to Spain. They spent three months all over that countryside and didn’t hear of Jack’s death until they came home. By that point, the cops had already closed the case as a cut and dry accident. Bill tried to file a report claiming someone must have tampered with the car so the police would reopen the case, but it was a no go. They didn’t see any merit in his claims and figured he was just trying to cover his own ass so the family wouldn’t sue him.”

I spend a few more minutes going over the details of what Garrett found and ask him to email me a copy of the statement Bill filed with the police, along with a copy of the work order form that day.

I hang up the phone just as a knock sounds at the door.

Gwen starts to get up to answer it, but I stop her with a hand on her arm.

“I’ll get it. Go check on Layla and make sure she was able to find the towels and anything else she needs. And not a word of what we just found out from Garrett, please. I want to make sure all of this adds up before I put one more thing on her shoulders for her to worry about,” I explain.

Gwen nods and heads off down the hall as I go to the door, looking out the peep hole before unlocking the deadbolts and throwing it open.

“Hey, Brady! What’s going on?” Finn says with a smile as he tries to walk by me and into the house.

I put my hand up on his chest, stopping him in his tracks, utterly confused by his jovial demeanor.

Finn sighs and we stand there staring at one another in silence for several long minutes. I don’t care if Layla
did
call him last night to explain things and have him bring some of her stuff over this morning. I still don’t trust him.

He finally shrugs his shoulders at me.

“Look, man, I’m sorry about being such a dick to you. Just look at it from my side of things. Layla and I have been friends for years. She’s been through a lot, and I just didn’t want her getting hurt again. I had no idea who you were or what your motives were, and I acted like an ass. I’m sorry.”

He extends his hand and I want to shake my head to clear it, wondering if I’m still asleep and this is a dream. Why the fuck is he suddenly playing nice with me?

“Come on, don’t leave me hanging,” Finn says with a laugh, his hand still out in front of him.

“Hey, Finn,” Layla says from behind me. I turn away from Finn, thankful for her interruption so I’m not tempted to grab onto his hand, yank him closer, and punch him in the face.

“Hi, Lay. Like what you’ve done with your hair,” he says with a smile as I finally step aside to let him in and close the door behind him. He hands her a small suitcase and the black leather Gibson guitar case that I’d noticed on the stage the other night at June’s.

Layla takes them both from him and props them up against the wall in the foyer, all of us awkwardly standing around staring at each other and not talking.

“So, Brady, would you mind if Layla and I had a couple minutes alone to talk? I won’t keep her from you long,” he asks politely after a few minutes and with another weird smile on his face that I can’t tell if it's forced or his real smile since I’ve never seen it on his face before.

I don’t reply because anything I say right now will just make me look like an asshole, so I nod at Layla, and the two of them disappear down the hallway towards the bedroom—the fucking bedroom where they can both sit on a bed and
talk
.

The idea of Layla on bed with anyone other than me makes me feel murderous. Fuck! I need to rein this shit in.

Layla said there was never anything between them, and I believe her and trust her. I just don’t trust that smarmy bastard who suddenly wants to be my friend or some shit. Trying to avoid running down the hall and making an ass of myself by listening to their conversation, I fill my thoughts with Layla and what happened in my bedroom after I woke her up and we put Emma to bed. She locked my bedroom door as soon as we got inside, dropped to her knees, ripped open my jeans, and took me in her mouth without saying a word. I pride myself on being able to last pretty fucking long in the bedroom, but last night, it was downright embarrassing how quickly her lips and tongue brought me to completion.

As I stand here remembering the feel of her hot mouth wrapped around me and wonder when I can kick Finn out so I can get her naked again, there’s another knock at the door. It’s like Grand fucking Central Station here this morning. Since Finn is the only person who knows where Layla is right now, and I’m not expecting anyone, I quietly move to the door to look through the hole again.

Oh you have GOT to be kidding me
.

I step back and open the door with trepidation, staring down into the face of Layla’s mother. Unlike Finn, she doesn’t wait for an invitation. She just barges right past me and into the living room.

“Sure, come right in,” I mutter to myself as I close the door behind her.

She stands in the middle of my living room doing a slow circle, taking in her surroundings. I don’t miss the look of revulsion on her face as she wrinkles her nose before turning back to face me and quickly replacing that look with a smile.

“Let me guess, you followed Finn?” I ask her as I stay in the foyer and slide my hands into the back pockets of my jeans.

“Of course I followed Finn. He said he spoke to Layla and he knew where she was and that she was safe. I just needed to see for myself.”

She looks around quickly again, and I can tell it’s really taking some effort for her to not cringe. My place is small. I know that. But it’s clean and it’s mine. It’s a place to lay my head at night, and it keeps everyone inside of it safe. That’s all that matters. She can just take that stick right out of her ass because I’m not a millionaire and I never will be.

“Layla is fine. Shaken up, but she’s fine. She’s a very strong woman,” I tell Eve. Maybe if I say it enough, her mother will actually believe it. She doesn’t know the specifics of what happened yesterday. She only knows that Layla received another threatening note. It’s none of her business that the note was printed on a picture of the two of us in a very compromising position.

“Well, that’s good. That’s very good. Actually, I didn’t just come over here for Layla,” she admits.

Surprise, surprise. The she-devil must want something.

“I wanted to apologize to you.”

I quickly glance out of the window in the living room, checking for flying pigs, before I turn back to face Eve.

What the fuck is she apologizing to me for?

“I have to admit, I didn’t hire you with the best intentions in mind. I really didn’t believe Layla had an actual stalker. I’d heard about your reputation, and I figured you would come in here, not really do much, and then go. I could show the media that I really have Layla’s best interests at heart, and it wouldn’t turn into a huge circus that could harm anyone publicly. If I were to hire some big-name investigator, it would quickly get out that Layla had been receiving threats like that for years and I never did anything about it.”

I can do nothing but stand there staring at the piece of work in front of me. She’s actually telling me that she only hired me because she most likely thought I’d be drunk the entire time and not give a rat’s ass about my client’s safety.

“Let’s cut the bullshit, shall we? You’ve never had Layla’s best interests at heart or you wouldn’t be forcing her to do something she doesn’t love. Why the hell admit this to me now when we’re close to catching the stalker? To ease your guilty conscience?” I fire back angrily.

“I know I’ve made mistakes where Layla is concerned, believe me. And I’m not doing any of this because I feel guilty. I will never apologize for the decisions I’ve made because they’ve got me to where I am today. But I would like to apologize to you for underestimating you. You’re very good at your job, Mr. Marshall,” she tells me with a confident lift of her chin.