Going Wild (The Wild Ones Book 2)(64)

“Okay, what’s wrong?”

Huffing out a frustrated breath, I go to drop down on my couch. Lilah takes a seat near me, her eyebrows up.

“Fine. I’m only telling you this because I feel like an idiot.” Taking a deep breath, I say, “I think Liam told me he loved me.”

“You think he did?” she asks incredulously.

“There were two really intense orgasms,” I decide to point out. “Then a quick disappearing act like he’s never done before.”

“Are you sure he didn’t fart?” she asks seriously.

“See? You understand me,” I groan. “But the more I think about it, I’m pretty sure he did say it. And since he ran, it either freaked him out because he didn’t mean to say it, or he regretted it.”

“He didn’t regret it,” she says immediately, acting like she was there and knows this for a fact. That’s Lilah. “Did you say it back?” she adds.

“Of course not,” I tell her. Did she miss the part where I wasn’t sure if he said it or not?

She gives me a look.

A have-you-pieced-it-together-yet look.

“What?” I prompt on a groan.

“If he said it and you didn’t say it back, then…” She lets her words trail off, and I just stare at her, waiting for this big revelation she thinks she’s stumbled upon with all her married-life wisdom. A ring does not make you smarter at relationships, but she hasn’t figured that out.

She rolls her eyes.

“For fuck’s sake, Kylie, if you didn’t say it back, then he felt like an idiot.”

For a second, I’m confused. Then my eyes widen, my lips part to form an o, and I face palm myself.

“By George, I think she’s finally got it,” Lilah says sarcastically, while blowing a piece of hair out of her face. “Come on. Aunt Penny gives a great ‘love’ pep talk to help you sort out your feelings.”

“I don’t need help sorting out my feelings,” I tell her, not even bothering to ask what a ‘love pep talk’ is. I’m not sure I want to know.

I really am an idiot, and that’s my main point of focus right now.

Before she can say anything else, someone starts banging on my door. Really? I’m never this popular, and the first day I’ve been here for longer than it takes to pack a bag, I suddenly have visitors everywhere.

Nila stumbles in with Krysta, both of them slamming the door behind them and fighting to look out the peephole.

“What are you two doing?” Lilah asks, looking at them like they’re crazy people.

“Do you think they saw us come in here together?” Nila asks Krysta as she shoves her aside and takes another turn at the peephole.

“I have a window right there,” I say, pointing beside the door, but they both ignore me.

“So what if they did? This is important! They can fuck off today,” Krysta tells her. “We didn’t get to be there for Lilah because we heard the news late.”

“That’s because we went camping to get closer to nature—your suggestion,” Nila reminds her.

“What news?” Lilah asks, sounding just as confused as I feel.

Nila turns and exhales heavily, as Krysta turns and runs a hand through her hair. Both of them look at the bag I have on the floor, and Krysta goes to look inside it.

“It’s here. Just like Angela told Kerry,” she tells Nila.

“Angela? Which Angela? The one married to Hank or the one who sniffs her armpits in the park on Tuesdays?” I ask, but get ignored as Nila groans and looks at me.

“What happened with you and Liam?” Nila asks very seriously. “Does he deserve to die? Because that’s going to happen, you know.”

“What?” Lilah and I both ask at the same time.

Krysta rolls her eyes. “She doesn’t look upset,” Nila says flatly.

“Then we should probably stop the massacre,” Krysta says back.

“If you two don’t stop having a conversation with each other and ignoring us, I’m going to kick you in the asses. Literally. And it’ll hurt! I just got new boots.” Lilah points at her signature combat boots with pink shoelaces.

They might be new but they look exactly the same as every pair she’s ever owned. She’s not big on variety.

Nila gives me an exasperated look. She does realize she’s considered crazier than me, right? All the Wilders are. That makes her the exasperating one.

“We’ll explain after we get there. Maybe Liam won’t be dead by then,” Krysta says as she grabs my forearm and starts dragging me away.

“Who the hell wants Liam dead?” I snap.

“Apparently, you do,” Nila says from behind me.