Golden Trail (The 'Burg #3)(150)

The door didn’t close all the way before a hand was on it, pulling it open and Layne saw Vera move into the doorframe, her head turned to watch Marissa walk away.

Layne looked to the ceiling and implored on a mutter, “Kill me.”

“Hi honey!” Vera called.

Layne looked down at his mother. “What are you doin’ here?”

“I’m so glad I caught you in the office,” she stated, walking up the stairs, carrying a white cup with brown cardboard wrapped around it, she stopped, looked at her cup and then looked up at him. “Do you want a coffee? I just stopped in to get one and then decided to try your office and –”

“Ma, what are you doin’ here?”

She started walking again, muttering, “Yeesh. Someone’s in a bad mood even after having a meeting with a pretty girl.”

Jesus. That shit was going to hit Rocky next.

“She’s an ex- p**n  movie bit player who just fleeced Jarrod Astley for two hundred K. She’s pretty but she’s not my type,” Layne informed her, his mother stopped two stairs down from him and her mouth was hanging open.

Then she whispered, “Porn?”

“Ex- p**n . She’s straight now. So, now that we got that sorted, I’ll repeat, what the f**k are you doin’ here?”

“You say the f-word too much, Tanner Layne,” Vera snapped.

“Ma,” Layne growled.

She looked at the door then to him. “Can we go in your office?”

“Will that make you tell me what you’re doin’ here?” Layne countered.

“Yes,” she answered.

Layne sighed. Then he walked into his office and his mother followed. He went straight to the reception desk and sat on it. She went straight to the couch and settled in like they were going to shoot the shit for the next hour.

“Ma,” Layne prompted.

“I’ve had the best idea,” Vera announced.

Layne suspected he wouldn’t think it was the best.

“You gonna share?” he asked when she said no more.

“I’m going to sell my condo in Florida, come home and be your receptionist!” she declared with a little bounce on the couch. “Isn’t that great? You won’t have to pay me much and I’ll get to –”

Layne interrupted her. “That’s not gonna happen.”

Her face grew confused. “What? Why?”

“How many reasons do you want?” Layne asked.

“All of them,” she shot back.

“Okay, first, the shit I do, see, photograph and investigate, you do not wanna know, you do not wanna see. If you can’t handle the f-word, you can’t handle my job. Second, I’m done with your shit in regards to Rocky. I told you when you came home that you didn’t learn to hide your attitude, which you haven’t, I’d show you the door. I’ve been patient and I’m letting you know, now, straight out, I’m not gonna be patient anymore. You pull one more stunt with Rocky, I’m done, you’re out.”

“Tanner,” she whispered.

“I’m bein’ straight with you, no joke, do not push me on that, you won’t like the consequences and if you do it when I’m not around, but Jas and Tripp are, I’m tellin’ you straight about that too, you won’t like the consequences of that either.”

“They’re my grandsons!” she protested. “She’s known them all of a month.”

“Yeah, and they’re my sons. I fell in love with her in three weeks, twice. You do the math.”

She snapped her mouth shut, looked away and sucked back some coffee.

Then she told the wall, “She’s going to hurt you again.”

“Yes, she is,” Layne agreed and Vera’s eyes shot to him.

“What?” she whispered.

“She’s got somethin’ in her, Ma. Somethin’ not right and I gotta help her get it out but I don’t know what the f**k it is. I don’t even think Roc knows what it is. It made her leave me eighteen years ago and I know in my bones it’s gonna happen again, unless I sort that shit out, and all three of us are gonna lose her. Now, you can play your games and piss me off, piss off my boys, and cause a rift in this family because you’re bein’ stubborn or you can f**kin’ help me, ‘cause, Ma, she makes me happy, I love her, I don’t want to lose her again and I need all the help I can get.”

He watched his mother’s eyes change and she looked the way she looked when he was eleven and took that huge header on his bike, walked home with blood running from his knees, his forearms and his temple and she cleaned it up with a hot, soapy towel then wiped it with alcohol, blowing in between each stroke.

And the way she looked at him, just months ago, when he was in the hospital after getting shot.

“She’s got something in her?” Vera asked quietly.

“She’s shit scared of the dark unless I’m there,” Layne shared.

“Is this new?”

“No, I don’t think so, but it’s new to me. She wasn’t that way before but she said it was because I was there. And she isn’t that way now when I’m there. But if I’m not there, and it’s night, the curtains are open and she cannot handle them closed and when I say that, she seriously cannot handle them closed.”