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“Layla, we will have to reschedule.” Reaper got up abruptly. “Abby has a student camped out at her car.”

“Mum, already?” Tyson asked, sitting up.

“Yeah, she’s fine. Waiting for me to tell him to fuck off. Sorry, Layla.”

“Don’t worry about it.” I got up.

“I’d get Brad to handle it but he’s fucked off.” Reaper ran a hand through his hair. “When are you free again?”

“Don’t worry about me. Go rescue your wife. Whenever you want to do it, I’m free.” I didn’t exactly have a lot to do after school.

“I’ll do it,” Tyson said. And my head snapped at him. He didn’t just say that. “I know what you want to know. I can get the details off Layla.”

Was he insane? I was not being in a room alone with him! Nope. Not now. Not ever. “It’s fine, we can reschedule.” I looked at Tyson coldly. He better keep his mouth shut.

“Don’t really see a point in that when we can do it tonight.” He looked at me. Not with anger or annoyance, but something else was in his eyes.

Well, he could go get fucked.

“I’m happy to wait.” I pulled out my phone, checking the time. I could crash Hannah’s hotel room.

“Don’t want you to get the wrong impression of the club.” Tyson looked at Reaper. “Cameron has already left one impression.”

What was he getting at? That I would think badly of them if they canceled? God, didn’t he know I was a better person than that? “My impression of the club hasn’t changed.”

“Yeah, because we left a bad impression.” Tyson crossed his arms, challenging me.

“Look, your dad needs to go rescue your mum and you’re holding him up.”

“Say you’ll stay and he can go.” Tyson had the nerve to ask that of me!

He was really putting me on the spot. I did not want to be alone with him. How could I have a conversation with someone I’d swore never to speak to again? I narrowed my eyes at him. He was doing this on fucking purpose.

“Fine. I’ll stay.” I gritted out and glared at him. I would not say one word to him. Nope. Not one word. As soon as Reaper left and was headed for Abby, I was leaving as well. As for the business we were meant to talk about, well, it could wait.

I was not giving him one detail.

I was going to be stubborn.

“Leave you two to it. Sorry, Layla. Didn’t realize I was leaving a bad impression.” Reaper glanced at his son, arching his eyebrows.

“You aren’t and haven’t,” I corrected him and shot a glare at Tyson. Him and his mouth.

Reaper was looking at his son with a knowing smile. “Still, I’ll leave my son to give you a better impression.” He looked harder at Tyson. “Don’t fuck it up, Tyson.”

“Wouldn’t dare, Dad.”

Ideas of how I could pay back Tyson for this started to flash through my mind. Maybe I could put Eve up to annoying him. Hannah wouldn’t do it. She cared too much what he thought.

Reaper said bye and left. He gave Tyson an expression I didn’t understand. It was like they’d had a silent conversation while I stood there.

I heard the front door close and I had to face the fact that I was alone in a house with Tyson.

“So, do you want to sit down?” Tyson said.

I glared at him. Suddenly I didn’t want to sit down, just to spite him. I just had to wait till Reaper was gone and then I was leaving.

“Dad didn’t write down questions but I roughly know what he wants to know.” Tyson turned to face me.

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