“No. I just have a headache I haven’t been able to get rid of.”
“Go home, take a nice long bath with a glass of wine, and I guarantee you’ll feel better.”
Kayla grinned. “It might take two glasses.”
Betsy laughed. “Or three.”
Kayla hugged her. “Have a good night.”
“Get some rest.”
“I will,” Kayla said and walked out onto the sidewalk. She breathed in the crisp air and closed her eyes. She turned and started home, only to have a hand grip her upper arm, and then she turned. When she saw it was Fletcher, she almost groaned.
“Fletcher, I don’t feel good. Can you just leave me alone?”
“I’m sorry you don’t feel good. I just have a quick question.”
Kayla nodded. “Okay.”
“You said something the other day that I can’t get out of my head.”
“What was it?” she asked.
“You looked tired or something, and I asked you what was wrong with you,” Fletcher said. “You said something to me like, ‘like you don’t know.’ I want to know what that means. You thinkI did something, but I don’t know what it is.”
Kayla sighed and rubbed her temple where the pounding continued to get worse. “I can’t talk about it right now.”
“About what? Are you in danger?”
She shook her head and studied his expression. She couldn’t find any deception, just curiosity and concern.
“No. But I promise to tell you later.”
“But you said I was doing something,” he reminded her.
“No. I was confused. I’m sorry.”
“If there’s anything I can do, you know I’m here.”
For the first time since she met him, he sounded like a great guy. Maybe her words were finally getting through to him.
Kayla smiled. “Thank you, Fletcher. I appreciate that. Right now, I need to get home.”
“All right,” he said.
She turned and walked away but was aware that Fletcher followed her with his eyes.
Kayla was starting to believe Fletcher didn’t know about his father. She wondered if he witnessed any of the madness the man had shown her. The two didn’t live together, and as far as she knew, spent little to no time together. She always wondered if they had gotten into a fight or something. She’d never heard Fletcher talk about him.
She made it home and into the house without anything else happening. She didn’t automatically call out to Darrell, just in case someone was listening.
“Hey, girl,” he said, walking out of the guest room.
Kayla relaxed. “Did anything happen today?” she asked as she set her purse down.
Darrell turned on the TV. “No. Just the guy set up a few cameras.”
Kayla looked around. “Where are they?”