The Lyon's Cub Caitlin (Lyon The Next Generation 1)

“Think about it. If you do talk Lyon into letting his daughter come to school here whether it’s a year early or next year, wouldn’t you feel much better leaving her here with the other women while we make our runs?”

“I wasn’t thinking that far ahead Track, I didn’t know I’d still be…” Damn, he had a point as well. Somehow I didn’t give much thought to how this thing would end but now that he said it, I can’t imagine that these assholes would stop doing what they’re doing anytime soon, which means we can’t either.

“So we’ll be there after class tomorrow to help you pack up and move. Look at it this way, Jace won’t have to come get you every evening and run you back at night. We have everything here you could possibly need. When you come back in the fall you’d have a much nicer place to move into.”

He wasn’t lying, the building had every amenity anyone could possibly need, including a fully equipped gym, a food bank that literally stocked everything in it, something I’ve never seen before in my life. It’s like their own personal supermarket.

There’s an entertainment floor with a movie theatre, bowling alley, indoor basketball court, a tennis court, swimming pool, you name it, it’s here, and they want me to just move right on in, free of charge. It’s nuts.

My family might be rich, but these people are wealthy. I’ve been around wealthy before, Colton Lyon is known to be one of the wealthiest men in our state, though he doesn’t show it by any stretch of the imagination. The man gave his wife a fortune five hundred company as a wedding gift, need I say more?

But I can honestly say I’ve never seen wealth portrayed the way Jace Saunders does it. Not that he flaunts his shit, no; it’s more like he has it so he puts it to good use. I get the feeling though that it’s all for his wife and kids. In that aspect he’s a lot like my future father in law.

Since I was outnumbered and their arguments made sense, I gave in without too much fuss. Track is right, if we’re going to be doing this for the long haul, then I’d feel much better knowing that Caitie was in a place like this and not alone at night in whatever house I find to rent.

I wasn’t surprised in the least though to learn that Mancini is the one who’d talked them into buying this place and already knew what to do with it when they were done with school. No doubt he’d have another group of recruits by then. And where would that leave us I wonder?

That night when I called her she seemed a bit more reserved than usual but she didn’t bring up Brian. Not that I expected her to, and it was obvious that there was something else on her mind, something she didn’t seem ready to share either.

Because I had a lot on my mind as well I didn’t push; I’d already made up my mind that I was going to her anyway. It’s been almost a year since I last saw her in the flesh and she knew I was coming home for the summer, but I didn’t bother telling her that I was going to be a few days early.

We stayed on the phone for hours and neither of us brought it up. I couldn’t because she has no idea that her sister calls and keeps me in the loop and I wasn’t about to do anything to mess that up. Caitlin has a habit of keeping things from me, and Catalina is the only one I can depend on to keep me posted.

So I let her get away with hiding from me for now because in a few days I’ll be there to protect her. I’d already contacted a couple of my professors online in the time I’d been waiting to call her and was able to move up my last two finals. So now instead of a week and a half I only have three more days before I can head out, go back to her.

For the next couple of days I was on pins and needles. There were no more phone calls from Catalina, so I figured things had calmed down or at least the asshole hadn’t bothered my girl again. It didn’t matter though I’m still going to kick his ass as soon as I land.

I told Mancini in his last cryptic phone call that I was heading home sooner than expected, so I won’t be making any midnight runs for a while. His answer was that I’d be in the thick of it in my neck of the woods, whatever that means, and he’d keep in touch.