Page 57 of Love in Sight

Rian decided to sleep in his room last night so it’s only Thiago and Zep in my bed. I look at the tattooed man in front of me; he’s still dead asleep, looking so calm without his usual broody scowl on his face.

I settle my body back into Thiago’s, rubbing my ass against him.

“You’re going to wake the beast if you keep doing that,” he seductively growls. He says that as if he isn’t already poking into my backside.

“Please, you three are always ready to go at it,” I giggle.

“So are you,meu amor,” Thiago scoffs into my neck. “But seriously, what can I do for you? How can I help?”

I think about his question for a minute before turning so I can see his handsome face. “Find him. I’m sick and tired of looking over my shoulder and jumping out of my skin at every little movement. I want things to go back to normal, T.”

Thiago’s eyes flare with passion, like he’s making it his life mission to ensure my words come true. “We will. I swear. I’ll give my life up for you to have a normal one if I have to,” he whispers as he strokes my hair.

My heart fills with despair at just the thought of living without Thiago. “No, I wouldn’t have a life without you. Please never say that again, Thiago Hale Alves,” I choke out, as a tear falls from my eye.

Thiago catches my warm tear with his thumb. “Lya Elizabeth Vanderhall, you know it’s true. Any of us would. You are the center of our universe.”

I run my fingers through his black hair and pull him in for a kiss. “I love you so much.” My lips rub against his as I speak.

Thiago wraps his arms around me and rolls us to where he’s laying on his back with my body covering his. “I love you too.”

I move my legs to straddle his body, leaning in to press my face against his chest. His hand comes up to rub up and down my back as we lay in a comfortable silence.

I lift up my head to look at him. “I’m going to go make some coffee, you want any?” I ask.

“You know I do.” He smiles. “I’ll be down in a few minutes.” He smacks my ass as I slide off of him.

I smile and shake my head at him before I head downstairs. As soon as I leave the comfort of my bedroom, the thoughts come back. This time, thoughts of what Brandon said about Greyson having secrets swarm my mind.

I still haven’t told the guys about that part. If I tell them, they may automatically hate him before I get the chance to talk to Greyson about it. It may be nothing; Brandon could have just been talking nonsense.

I start the coffee pot and wait for it to brew. Rian must still be asleep since he isn’t down here starting breakfast. I’m so lost in my thoughts that I don’t notice when the coffee is done brewing.

Before Greyson and I can continue our relationship, I need to know what Brandon was talking about. The questions will never stop swirling in my mind until I ask. Greyson came over that night but I decided not to press the issue because I was way too exhausted. Since then, I've been trying to avoid him like a pansy. I don’t know how or what to ask him regarding what Brandon said, so I’ve been steering clear of it all together.

Fuck it. I’m just going to come out and ask him. I’ll go over to his house and demand that he tell me. I’m tired of being in the dark and I’m not going to sit back and do nothing. If we want to move past it, I have to do this.

Still feeling confidence coursing through me, I realize if I’m going to do this, then I have to get out of here before the guys get out of bed. If they show up at Greyson’s house with me, he won’t talk. I have to do this alone.

I’m still in my pajamas, but I can’t go back upstairs to change because Thiago is awake and I don’t want to alert the guys about what I’m doing. I hate keeping this from them, but it has to be done.

Not caring that I’m only in sleep shorts and a t-shirt, I slip on some shoes and grab my car keys before I can change my mind. This is it, I’m finally going to get some answers.

I climb out of bed and slip on a pair of sweatpants before I head downstairs. “The coffee smells good,meu amor,” I purr, as I step into the kitchen. The smile falls from my face when I don’t see Lya. The full pot of coffee is still on the burner and there aren’t any coffee cups sitting out.

Maybe she’s just gone to the bathroom. I grab myself a cup of coffee while I wait. After waiting a while for her to get her ass back in here, I head out of the kitchen to check the hall bathroom.

Empty. She’s not in there. Then where the hell is she? My heart is pounding out of my chest. She didn’t come back upstairs, because I would have seen her if she did. I walk back through the kitchen to check the garage. Her car is gone. I spin to check the key rack; her keys are missing. Where the hell would she go without telling us?

I run up the stairs, making as much noise as I can. “Hey jackasses, wake up!” I yell as I bang on Rian’s door. I hear him grumbling something from the other side. I head back to the master bedroom. “Zep, get your ass up. Lya’s gone.”

That got him up. I’ve never seen the man move so fast. “What the hell do you mean she’s gone?” he asks, on full alert.

“I mean, she went down to make coffee and took off in her car without telling any of us where she was headed.”

Rian’s walking down the hall to where I’m standing in the doorway of the master. “Why would she leave without telling us?”

“She clearly doesn’t want us to follow her… I thought you were the smart one out of the three of us,” I scoff.

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