He did this for awhile and Layne held his gaze, waiting. Then Astley looked away and walked to the front door.
Hand on the knob, he turned to Layne. “I want you to know it’s not because of your antics.” His eyes slid to the stairs then back to Layne. “It’s because of her.” He stared at Layne a beat that fed into five. Then he whispered, “You’re not the only one who can love her, you know.”
Layne felt his body lock, his temper flare and his patience ebb. “Fuckin’ strange way of showin’ it, man.”
“You think that then you’ve never loved someone so much, wanted someone’s attention so badly, you’d do anything to get it,” Astley shot back. “You think I’m an asshole. She’s been cheating on me for twelve years, since our first date, sitting across the table from me and wishing I was you.”
His chest got tight at Astley’s words but he still returned, “You’re wrong. She wanted to love you.”
Astley shook his head and looked back to the stairs.
Eyes on the stairs he whispered, “I didn’t stand a chance.”
Then he opened the door, stepped through and was careful to close it quietly.
Layne didn’t hesitate and walked across the room to turn the lock and flip the latch.
He stood with his hand still on the latch not thinking about Astley’s final words. He wasn’t giving headspace to that asshole. Instead he was thinking one down, half a dozen to go.
Then he walked to the fridge to find Roc’s leftovers.
*
Forty-five minutes later, Layne quietly entered Rocky’s bedroom.
“I’m awake and I’m better,” she said softly from the bed.
Layne walked to her side and sat on it. She was still curled into a ball, her back to him and she didn’t move. This wasn’t unusual. He remembered, after she’d battled the pain, she wasn’t herself, not in a fog but she’d lose a hint of lucidity.
He leaned over her and put a forearm into the bed in front of her.
“You need anything?” he asked.
“I’m good,” she answered.
“That pill obviously works wonders, sweetcheeks, I remember sometimes it’d be hours and it was only sleep that brought you peace.”
“Yep, it’s the wonder pill,” she whispered.
“So why do you wait to take it?”
“Because I’m an idiot?”
She was joking and he laughed softly, leaned in and kissed her forehead. Then he moved away from her, rounded the bed, closed the curtains she’d left open, pulled off his clothes and joined her.
He reached out, gathered her in his arms and she snuggled closer.
“All right, Roc, no jokin’ around, why do you wait to take it?” Layne repeated his question and she sighed.
Then she answered, “Hope springs eternal. I hate those headaches and they don’t come very often so, in between times, I tell myself I’m done with them, I’ve had the last one. Then, when they start, I tell myself it isn’t one of those, it’s just a headache because I don’t want to believe they’ve come back. Then, well… they come back.”
“You need to take the pill, Rocky.”
“Taking the pill is admitting defeat, Layne.”
He rolled into her, taking her to her back, lifted up and looked down at her shadowed face.
“Any battle worth winnin’ is worth using every weapon available,” he informed her.
“Right, like blackmailing Jarrod?” she returned and Layne got quiet. When he didn’t speak, she asked, “Did you blackmail him?”
“I didn’t,” Layne answered somewhat honestly.
She was silent. Then she whispered, “Dev.”
Layne didn’t reply.
“What’d you get on him?” she asked.
“Dirty campaign contributions,” Layne partially answered.
“I can believe that,” she said softly. “Especially considering he was so pissed. He loves being one of the good ole boys. He can get pissy but that was off the charts.”
Layne reckoned Jarrod Astley didn’t like losing, especially not something as important as Rocky. And he also reckoned the man didn’t like any time when he couldn’t do what he damn well pleased.
But he doubted that anger was about campaign contributions.
That kind of anger was about love or money and not money spent on politics.
Devin had pulled the Marissa card and Astley was facing paying out twice and losing hold of Rocky, even the sick hold he had that was essentially just yanking her chain.
So it was both. Love and money.
“He’s settling,” Layne announced and felt Rocky’s body still.
“Sorry?”
“He’s settling, baby,” Layne told her. “He says for you to tell your attorneys what you want, if he’s not happy with it, he’ll counter.”
“Seriously?” she breathed.
“Seriously.”
She was motionless and silent a moment before she lifted her hand and curled it around his neck then she lifted her head and touched her mouth to his.
Then she said, “Thank you, baby.”
Thank Christ, she wasn’t pissed, she was grateful.
So he took advantage. “This means you owe me and what you owe me is promising me you’ll take that pill the minute a headache comes on.”
“Layne –”
“Non-negotiable.”
“Layne –”
“I love your hair, sweetcheeks, and my fingers in it but it isn’t my favorite thing to do, holding it back while you puke.”
Rocky fell silent.
“You with me on this?” Layne prompted.
“Yes,” she gave in softly.
“Promise,” he pushed.
“I promise,” she stated.
That’s when he grinned and bent his head to brush her lips with his.
As he was lifting his head, she asked, “Did you find out where Gaines lived?”
“Five guesses,” Layne replied. “And if one of them isn’t The Brendel, you lose.”
Rocky gasped then asked, “The Brendel?”
“Yep,” Layne fell to his side and she rolled into him, pushing him to his back with her body and then lifting her head and shoulders up but her hand was still at his neck.
“I don’t believe it.”