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“I miss Cassie,” she mumbled against his chest.
“I do too.” He stroked her hair. “So much.”
“Then why don’t you tell her to come home?” Delilah looked up at him, her eyes shining. “Tell her we miss her and that she needs to come home right now.”
He opened his mouth to explain it to her. To tell her that they all needed this.
But Delilah didn’t. She didn’t need this at all. He could tell that from the expression on her face. All she knew was that people kept leaving and she had no idea why.
“Try to get some sleep,” he whispered. “It’s late.”
She nodded against his chest.
He lay her back down, then sat with her until her breathing evened out and she softly descended into oblivion. Her expression was peaceful at last, as he tiptoed out of her bedroom.
He wished it was that easy for him to sleep.
But then maybe it shouldn’t be.
Because Marley was right. He was a fucking idiot.
Chapter
Twenty-Nine
“Daddy, what’s happening?” Delilah asked. She frowned as she looked around. “Where am I?”
“You’re in the car. Go back to sleep, it’s still night time.”
She was quiet for a moment, looking round. She was in the backseat of the Beast, in her car seat. He’d carried her out there at four in the morning, covering her with a blanket while she slept.
“Where are we going?” she asked him.
“New York.” They were on the highway, about an hour into the trip. He’d packed a bag for Delilah, as well as himself.
The plan had been to leave at first light. But by four AM he was wide awake. Couldn’t stop thinking about her.
And yes, this was the stupidest, most idiotic thing he’d ever done. But driving to her felt good, it felt right.
Like he was waking up after a bad dream.
She’d messaged him last night. To tell him she couldn’t call because she was in another stupid meeting, but that she missed him.
And that it was raining in New York and she wished he was there to pick her up.
The words had felt like a fist on his chest. But not a painful one. It was like somebody was giving him CPR, trying to make his heart beat again, because he’d thought exactly the same thing yesterday.
It was raining. And she needed him.
And he wasn’t there.
He’d sent her back a message, telling her he wished he was there, too. But she hadn’t replied before he’d headed to bed.
He’d showered. Put on a pair of shorts and he’d stared at himself in the bathroom mirror.
And that’s when he’d realized that he couldn’t live one more day without seeing her.
It sounded dramatic. And completely unlike him. That was the stupid part. She didn’t know he was coming. And there was a tiny part of his heart that was worrying this would be a mistake. That he’d turn up and she’d tell him that she’d decided to stay with the band. That she wanted that life.
