Page 211 of Between Secrets and Obsession
“And your dad?”
He shrugs. “Left when my sister was a baby.”
“Are you and Everleigh close?” I ask, remembering his sister’s name from when he first told me.
Tyler shrugs again. “Kinda. We text, but I haven’t been home in years.”
“So you haven’t seen your sister in a while?”
“She’s come to Vegas a couple of times, but no, I don’t see her as much as I’d like.”
“You don’t visit your grandparents?”
After he stays silent for a minute, I know he’s not going to answer that question, so I ask him another one. “Any ex-girlfriends back home?”
“Nope.”
“None? Wait. Ex-boyfriends?”
He rolls his eyes.
“What? I wouldn’t judge. I don’t care if you’re gay, straight, upside down, or triangle. I’m just asking.”
He snorts. “What the fuck is triangle?”
“I was just making a point.”
“I didn’t date in high school,” he says. “Graduated and enlisted right away.”
“So you were in the military!” I snap my fingers. He made a comment about boot camp in Montana, so I had a hunch he had been.
“Only for four years.”
“Why?”
“Decided on a different path,” is all he tells me. Trying to pry information out of Tyler is harder than when I was trying to crack Liam all those years.
“Why didn’t you date in high school? I imagine you were popular. Probably the quarterback. Amiright?” I smirk and wait for any kind of expression from him.
Instead, he slides out from under the car, so I follow him, and he starts fidgeting under the hood. He wipes his hand on the rag, and I study his hard expression.
“There was a girl, wasn’t there? I can tell.”
“You’ve lost your mind.”
“Hardly. I’m very good at reading this kind of shit. Ask Lennon. I knew she and Hunter were in love before she did.”
He snorts. “How’s that possible?”
“I’ll tell you when you tell me a secret.”
“I’m not that desperate to know. Plus, I’ll just ask her myself.”
I scoff. “That’s cheating.”
Tyler takes out a long metal stick, wipes it across the rag, then puts it back in its place. “Why do you want to know so badly? I’m not one of your girlfriends who wants to gossip about crushes and periods.”
“Well, you did buy me tampons already, so we’re halfway there.” I shoot him a shit-eating smirk.
