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Tyler taps the side of his mug, his gaze going distant as he stares at it. “I’ll talk to Brady. If I can convince him to stop supplying...” He shakes his head. “I don’t know, might be a start.”
“Okay, just don’t mention I said anything. The last thing I need is for Emerson to be pissed at me for getting into his business.”
“True.” Tyler nods. “But that’s the least of his worries.”
I tilt my head, frowning. “What do you mean by that?”
What does Tyler know that he’s not telling me?
He sniffs and waves a hand dismissively. “I won’t say anything about our conversation.” After taking a sip from the mug, he locks his eyes on mine. “Does Will know?”
“I don’t think so.”
Christ, if Will finds out . . .
I can’t bring myself to think about that right now.
Tyler huffs out a dark laugh. “If he finds out, don’t be surprised if he comes after me.”
With the best comforting smile I can muster, I try to ease his concern. “It’ll be fine,” I say, patting his arm.
“Trust me, it won’t be. This is the last thing I need right now.”
I search Tyler’s face in the hopes I may find the answers to his vague little comments. Except I get nothing. Why is he being so cryptic?
“Is everything okay?”
“I can’t talk to you about it, Edie girl. I can’t get you involved.” He scrubs his hands over his face and stands, leaving his half-finished coffee on the table. “Listen, I need to go. I’ll message you later.”
“Ty? Seriously?” My mouth falls open, tightness gripping my throat.
“I’m sorry, Edie. I really am,” he says, before stalking across the road and hopping into his car.
FORTY-SEVEN
Emerson
My phone ringsas I pull up into the driveway that afternoon. It’s Tyler, which is odd. Since when does he call me?
Maybe Will is ignoring him again. Although, I’m not sure why this time. It’s not like we’ve spoken much the last couple of days, our mouths being used for more important things.
Like getting each other off.
And eating, of course.
Food comes third to sex and soccer.
“Hey, man,” I say, holding the phone between my shoulder and ear to pull out the packet of oxy from my bag on the passenger seat. “What’s up?”
“We need to talk.” His voice is clipped.
“I’m great, thanks for asking.”
Since when does Tyler take after his brother? I expect this type of mood from Will most of the time, but from Tyler, never.
Although, he’s probably changed a lot over the years and we’re only just getting to know him again, so there’s every chance he’s exactly like Will.
Tyler sighs through the phone. “Listen, I’m sorry, but I don’t have much time.”
