pint of Macallan. It wasn’t much and certainly wouldn’t get him as drunk as he liked but he opened it and downed half the bottle in a couple of gulps.
His whole life was spinning out of control and he had absolutely no idea how to stop the inevitable from happening. He didn’t like this because as much as what had happened between him and Syd up until this point in their relationship, he could still rectify the situation.
Hell, Kaz was not only a master manipulator but he could spin the story so he came out on top and there was nothing she would say about it.
He knew Syd and the last thing she wanted to happen was to end up in her mother’s shoes. She didn’t want to raise their child alone and no matter how much she tried to fight that urge to let it all go, she wouldn’t. Something inside of her still believed in fairytales and happy endings. They were so perfect together and she would make sure they stayed together, regardless how bumpy or ugly things became between the two of them. It wasn’t in her prim and proper DNA to give up on anything she wanted and Kaz instinctively knew she wanted him.
How could he talk his way out of this one though? Now she knew the truth—or at least he had to assume she knew the truth because Talia was all about honesty—what would she think of him now?
There was a huge difference between marrying a rock star and marrying a gangster thug who belonged to a motorcycle club.
Fuck!
His whole life flashed before his eyes and all he could see were the mistakes he’d made and the people he’d wronged. She deserved better but how could he give that to her now?
There was a knock at the door before Laurel poked her head in and smiled. She and her sister looked more alike than different except for the eyes: Laurel’s irises were an enigmatic hazel-green which made her exotic face all the more stunning.
“Hey, I hope I am not bothering you. Will and Grant were a little worried so they sent me up here to make sure you’re okay,” she greeted though her smile was plastered on and she seemed more nervous than happy.
“I’m fine, really. I should have brought Syd and now I realize what a stupid thing I did by leaving her at home.” He smiled back at her before he finished the pint and threw it in the garbage can.
“Okay, well, I’ll let them know you’re okay and that should take care of everything.”
Laurel began to back out of the room before he called her name and she paused.
Kaz closed his eyes and finally choked out, “Can I ask you something…private about Syd?”
Laurel reluctantly walked over and sat on the bed beside him before she breathed out loud. “It depends on what it is you want to ask me, Kaz. She’s my best friend so obviously, my loyalty is going to be to her and not you.”
“What does she hate most? I mean, what can turn her heart ice cold?”
Laurel rolled intriguing eyes. “Talk about a loaded question. I have known Sydney since we were in diapers and the only issue she’s ever had a problem with is deception. If you plan to make a life with her, tell her the whole story. No Cliff Notes versions and don’t you dare leave out something she would probably consider important—”
“Yeah, and what if I have already done that?”
She wrung her hands together as if she were the one carrying the secret instead of him. “Then when you do see her, tell her the truth. She’ll forgive you because she’s in love with you, Kaz. We all have secrets and rules we like to adhere by but we also know they go right out of the window when love is involved.”
“Sometimes…” he trailed off.
Laurel leaned over and kissed him gently on the forehead. “All the time. Love may not conquer all but it can solve a lot of issues if you are both willing to put in the work and make this relationship as good as it can possibly be.”
He watched her walk out and yet again, he