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shock of learning her house had burned and her lack of sleep. He would enjoy seeing more of this side of her. This was closer to the real person that lived underneath her façade. Was it because of her fame she’d built the walls? Or was it something else from her past?
    As Sharon drove off, leaving the four of them standing on the tarmac, Kyle turned to Aaron. “Any ideas where you’d like to take Gya?”
    “Let’s take her home to Wilde.”

Chapter Four
     
    Aaron sat behind the steering wheel of the car he’d rented in Sam’s name in order to keep Gya’s whereabouts completely concealed from the world. Kyle was in back, watching the road behind them in case they were followed.
    Gya was asleep in the passenger’s seat next to him. He’d never seen anyone with such fire before.
    I sure wouldn’t mind taming her.
    She’d put up quite the fight to keep her laptop and cell phone, but had eventually given in after he told her the risks. Until they were certain no one had put a tap on the devices, she would have to be without them. Stephanie had taken the plane back to California, carrying Gya’s cell and computer. He liked the woman. She was one of the good ones in this world full of darkness. It was obvious that Stephanie cared deeply for Gya. Like a mother.
    He thought about his own mother. She’d had to raise him and Kyle as a single parent after their two dads had been killed in action during Operation Just Cause, the invasion of Panama in 1989. They were heroes.
    Her mom had played home movies of them for Kyle and him to keep their memories alive. Kyle had only been four when their fathers had died, and he’d been six.
    Her death eleven years ago from cancer had devastated Kyle and him. He’d returned to Wilde from college to be Kyle’s legal guardian and to make sure his brother graduated from high school. He never regretted a second of his decision.
    “Where are we?” Gya yawned, stretching her arms over her head.
    He glanced over at her, grinning because her blonde locks were so messy. God, she is so beautiful. “We’re just coming into Albuquerque.”
    “What time is it?”
    “Almost ten.”
    “Oh my God. We’ve been on the road over twelve hours. You guys must be beat. How much longer until we get to Wilde?”
    Kyle leaned forward. “Albuquerque is the halfway mark. Twelve more hours to go, at least.”
    “You aren’t planning on driving straight through, are you? I know you two are superheroes, but even they need rest. You said so yourself, Kyle.”
    “We’re going to stop for the night.” Aaron liked seeing Gya’s softer side. She seemed genuinely concerned for him and Kyle. “Tomorrow we’ll get up early and finish the trip.”
    “I saw a billboard for a hotel up the road about a mile. It also has a diner that claims to have the best steak in New Mexico.” Kyle sighed. “I’m starving. How about you two?”
    “Since the tour is canceled, worrying about keeping my weight in check is no longer an issue. And with Stephanie in California, I don’t have to deal with her trying to get me to eat only healthy meals. I am going to eat a giant stack of pancakes.”
    Aaron saw the neon sign up ahead for the Springwater Hotel. “So you like pancakes?”
    “Love pancakes.”
    “Wait until you try them in Wilde. There’s none better, though they are called King Cakes there.”
    “King Cakes? I’ve heard of them. Aren’t they actually real cakes and made only in Louisiana during Mardi Gras?”
    “Not the same kind. Our King Cakes are in Wilde only. Hot cakes. Flapjacks. Pancakes. Whatever you want to call them, they are delicious.”
    “You’re making my mouth water.”
    Kyle laughed. “You got her, bro. Hook, line, and sinker.”
    “Got me how? What’s so funny?”
    “You’re not the only famous person who has been to Kyle’s and my hometown. Elvis Presley made a stop there. He ordered the pancakes and left a two hundred dollar tip. Ever since, pancakes at the diner are