“Yep,” I replied on another dazzling smile.
“I, uh…” her eyes slid beyond me to where Dominic was whispering under his breath with his client then back to me where she said softly, “Do you know who I am?”
“You mean do I know you were the one who was fucking Ty’s brains out when someone in LA was committing murder?” I asked back and watched her blanch. “Oh yeah, I know who you are.”
She lifted a hand and I saw it was trembling before she tucked hair behind her ear and dropped it.
“He told you that?”
“Yeah,” I replied. “He told me. But that was then. This is now. New life. New wife. It’s all good,” I lied and I knew she bought it because she blinked.
“Really?” she asked.
I shrugged. “Sure. We’re happy. It’s all good.”
“So he’s not mad at me?”
It was my turn to blink. I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t believe it.
Was she that dumb?
I mean, seriously?
“Now, why would he be mad at you, Misty?” I asked softly. “Are you saying you lied to the police and he was fucking your brains out in Carnal while someone was committing murder in LA?”
Her torso rocked back an inch and she answered quickly, “No, no. I didn’t do that.”
“’Course you didn’t,” I said it like I didn’t believe it because I didn’t believe it because the fucking bitch was lying.
She studied me and I could swear her lips were quivering.
Then she quickly pulled her shades out of her black-rooted, blonde hair and shoved them on her face.
“Well, uh… nice to meet you and, um… see you in a few weeks.”
“Can’t wait,” I forced out with a bright smile.
She nodded, looked over my shoulder, turned and hurried out.
I watched the doors close behind her then clenched my fists. Then I deep breathed. Then I watched her through the half-closed slats as she got in her car and pulled out of the space in front of the salon.
Then I immediately got up and turned to Dominic.
“I’m sorry, can I have a break? I need to run to the garage. I won’t be long. There’s something I need to talk to my husband about.”
“Bet you do,” the woman in the chair, a client I’d never met, stated instantly, her mouth was tight, her eyes glittering and shrewd, her overall look screaming biker babe. “Know Ty. Know who you are too. Know that bitch fucked him one way, got her shit off then fucked him another way that got his shit totally fucked. And I also know you just gave a performance good enough to win a fuckin’ award. I could trust myself to move and not do it to take that bitch down, I would have clapped.”
I blinked though I didn’t know why she surprised me. I’d been learning through on the job training that biker babes didn’t really beat around the bush and I’d long since learned that Ty was a man who was well-liked.
“Yes, precious,” Dominic answered my request softly, my body jerked out of its surprise, I looked to him, saw his eyes warm and understanding on me and realized then that he knew too and this was probably what they’d been whispering about because I also knew Dominic had been in town just under four years and he’d never said boo to me about Ty and unless gossip was shared while Ty was doing time and he was just too polite to mention it (which wasn’t Dominic’s way), he didn’t know until now. “Take all the time you need.”
I nodded, grabbed my shades off the desk and started to the door.
“When you see Ty, tell him Avril says hi,” the biker babe called after me, I waved behind me, shot a smile over my shoulder then went out.
The salon was about six blocks away from the garage on the same side of the road. We worked close but I hadn’t yet hoofed it down there. Ty and I spent a lot of time together and I pushed the time we spent together to distract him from other things. I didn’t want to seem clingy so I gave him space during the day. But I also liked my time with Dominic, Kayeleen and the clients at the salon, I didn’t get but half an hour for lunch and I used that to continue my perusal of Carnal and acquaint myself with local lunchtime takeaway eateries.
But Ty needed to know what just went down and the way I played it. I was hoping he wasn’t doing what he wanted to be doing but if he was, he’d need to know. Even if he wasn’t, seeing as Avril knew all about it, it would get back to him eventually so, again, he needed to know.
And it needed to be me who told him.
I didn’t hurry. Anyone seeing me would think I just felt like a visit and by “anyone”, I was worried that Misty was still around and watching. I got to the end of Main Street, turned the corner on my high-heeled platform sandals and walked as casually as I could across the forecourt.