Golden Trail (The 'Burg #3)(113)
She stared at him and then her hand clenched the envelope. “Tanner –”
He shook his head and interrupted her again. “We don’t need to process this. It’s done. The boys stay with me this week and you go stay with Brandy. The whole week. You put two K of that in your account and you use that, your pay and what I pay you to take care of your bills. When you buy groceries or anything else that takes cash, you use that money. You put no more than two K of that in your account, Gabrielle. The rest of that money stays under the radar. Are you clear on all that?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“I’ll keep an eye on your house and get a quiet word out to the boys to do the same. Jas will be checkin’ in with you regular. You got problems, you say, ‘I’m fine, honey, everything is just fine,’ and he’ll know it’s not and he’ll know to get in touch with me.” At these words, her face went completely white but Layne kept on. “You wanna say you’re okay, you use other words, not those. Can you remember that?”
“Are the boys in danger?” she asked.
“No,” Layne answered.
“Am I?”
“No,” Layne repeated. “That doesn’t mean we aren’t gonna move forward smart.”
Some color came back into her face and her eyes started to get squinty. “Did you bring Jasper into this?”
“Yeah, I did. He’s seventeen, he’s f**kin’ smart and he doesn’t like his Mom gettin’ walked on. I didn’t take care of this shit, there would come a time when he’d feel the need to step in. I stepped in before that time came. And if you think Tripp doesn’t know somethin’s goin’ down, you’re wrong. He’s as smart as Jasper and just as worried about his Mom.”
She pressed her lips together and couldn’t hold his eyes so hers went to the floor.
“I need to know you’re clear on all this before I go, Gabrielle,” Layne prompted and she forced her eyes to his before she nodded.
“Good, you go home tonight, check things out then get your ass to Brandy’s. And find time next week to change the locks,” Layne finished and turned to leave.
“Tanner,” she called, Layne turned back, bracing because he knew she was going to hit him with it and he froze when he saw standing across the room a Gabrielle Weil Layne had never seen before in his life.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered and, f**k him, he knew she was about to cry.
Shit.
He’d never seen her cry except tears of being extremely pissed off.
He turned to face her but didn’t walk back into the room.
“You f**ked up,” he said gently. “I f**ked up so I know it doesn’t feel good when you figure out you did it. But it’s done, it’s over. Now you move on.”
She blinked her eyes rapidly and he knew she was struggling against the tears.
Fucking shit.
“Gabby,” he called and she blinked again but kept her eyes open and nodded. “We didn’t have a lot of good times but when you forgot to be pissed off at me and the world, you could be funny. You’ve never been sweet, but, f**k, woman, you could be funny. When you took care of yourself, there was a lot to look at and all of it was good.” He watched her mouth slowly open and she stared at him. “You look around you and see you got a good job, a nice home and two great boys, all of which you worked hard at and created all on your own, you might realize that you’ve got a better than average life and you built that all by yourself. You learn to be funny again and spend time takin’ care of yourself rather than takin’ care of some ass**le who doesn’t deserve your time, you don’t wanna be lonely, you won’t be and you’ll be spendin’ your time with someone who’s worth havin’ it.” She kept staring at him and Layne finished, “And, Gabby, when you forget to be pissed off and act like a bitch, your time is worth havin’.”
With that, he left her staring after him and walked out of the room, through the store and to his truck. He folded in and drove to her house, idling in the alley out back and waiting until he saw Stew come out with a box full of shit.
Then he pulled out his cell and called Jasper.
He watched Stew walk back into the house and got Jasper’s voicemail. “Minute you get this, Bud, you call me. It’s all good but we gotta brief.”
He flipped his phone shut, sat in his truck and waited until he saw Stew come out with an overstuffed, beat up workout bag that had to be his. Gabby might not be rolling in it or working out herself but she kitted the boys out better than that. Then, when Stew re-entered the back gate, Layne put the Suburban into first and drove down the alley. Then he drove home.
He rolled down his street to see both the Mercedes and the Calais at the curb in front of his house along with his mother’s rental car.
He was sitting waiting for the garage door to slide up when he saw the door to the utility room open and Rocky stood there. Seeing her, he had added evidence she’d been to her apartment because now she was wearing jeans and a long-sleeved, green tee that had a high neckline that was wide and showed some skin at her shoulders. She also had her hair in what he knew was a clip because a spray of it could be seen at the top of her head. He also knew she was seriously pissed about something. He knew this because her arms were crossed on her chest, her hip was hitched, one foot was out, she was tapping her toe and she was wearing a face like thunder.