Hammered (Blue Bay Crew #3)- Cathryn Fox Page 0,81
does he know I’m fishing for information?
“Yeah, so I was thinking about coming to see you on set. I haven’t been to the East Coast in ages.”
Christ, he knows something is wrong, and I can’t have him coming here, seeing Tyler and me together.
“While I love the idea of that, we’re shooting day and night.” Okay, it’s true, we do shoot late, and some scenes are at night, but I’m still bending the truth.
“Is everything okay?” he asks, and I cringe at the sound of his knuckles cracking.
“I’ll be back before you know it, Rock. Then we can celebrate your upcoming win and have some quality time together.” I love my brother and miss him dearly, but the thoughts of leaving here doesn’t sit well in my gut. In the background, someone calls out to him, and his voice is muffled on the phone as he answers. “I have to go, but I look forward to seeing you.”
“You too,” I say and end the call. I shove my phone back into my back pocket. Emotionally and physically exhausted, I stand there for a second and draw in some deep, rejuvenating breaths to wake myself up, and I toss up a silent prayer of thanks when I spot Gram bringing trays of hot coffee to everyone.
“You look like you could use a cup or ten,” she says.
I chuckle. “Thank you,” I say and graciously accept the paper cup. I don’t even care if it has sugar or milk. I’m after the caffeine fix. I take a big drink and find her green eyes locked on mine.
“Are you sleeping well at the cabin?” she asks, and warmth moves into my cheeks. Despite an hour in the makeup chair earlier, I still have dark smudges under my eyes, a sign of late nights in Tyler’s arms.
“It’s so gorgeous there. All the fresh air makes me sleep well.” It’s not a lie when I finally do fall asleep, I sleep soundly.
She gives a smile and looks off into the distance, like she’s remembering a happy time. “Tyler’s grandfather and I built that home.”
“I heard.”
“I have all my special movies stored there. Have you had a chance to watch any yet?”
“No, not yet. Long nights on the set,” I tell her.
She takes my hand in hers and pats it. “Why don’t you and Tyler look through them? I’m sure you’ll find the selection most interesting.”
She walks away, and as I watch her go, an odd feeling pulses through me.
What is she up to?
20
Tyler
I glance over at Haven, who is resting her head against the seat, her eyes barely open. I reach out and take her hand in mine and give it a little squeeze. Obviously, I’ve been keeping her up too late at night when she has to get up at the crack of dawn and work long into the night.
“You okay?” I ask.
Her head turns my way and she gives me a soft smile so steeped in sweetness and gratitude, my heart misses a beat. “Perfect.”
“I’ll find him tomorrow,” I say, knowing everything won’t be perfect until I catch the bastard who’s threatening her. Fuck, I hate that Carter and I couldn’t find the punk who’d been hanging around her place. I’m pretty sure it’s Tucker, the kid we saw on the beach. We went straight to his cottage, and his folks said they hadn’t seen him all day. I figure a knock on his door first thing tomorrow should do the trick. I don’t care if I wake him up. In fact, I hope I do. I want to catch him off guard and tired. Maybe then he’ll tell me what he’s been up to and why.
“Thanks Ty,” she says. She goes quiet for a long time, her head down, in thought. “He must be the one behind it, but what I still don’t understand is how he would have slipped me a note at the airport bathroom. It doesn’t really add up, does it?”
“You’re right. It doesn’t. All the more reason I need to talk to him, and either find out if he’s up to something, or rule him out.” I turn down the road leading to the cabin, and she lets out a soft sigh, sleep pulling at her. “Are you hungry, or do you just want to go to sleep?” I ask.
“I could use a bite. We have some leftovers from the other night. I can heat them up.”