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I love him.
I stumble back from the sink, processing my silent admission. Even as I tell my brain it’s too soon, my heart refuses to back down. Clarity washes over me as I head back to the bar. As I pass the office, Waylon’s voice vibrates off the walls. The door is slightly ajar but not open. Raising my hand to knock to see if he needs anything, another shout stops me.
“I can’t get any more. It’s not safe right now. Shit needs to die down first. You fucking twat, I’ll have the whole fucking club?—”
“Skye, I need your help,” Tony calls from the front.
I hurry to the bar and see that in the brief time I was gone, more customers came in. Making a mental note to bring up the conversation I just overheard with Rogue as soon as I see him, I dive in filling orders.
What the hell is going on?
A couple of hours later, my cell rings. I ignore it. I’m at work, after all, but the caller is pretty persistent, and the ringing never stops. I know it’s not Rogue because he only texts when I’m working so I finally grab my phone. My breath hitches when I see Guardian Springs Nursing Home flashing on my screen.
I punch the answer button and bring the phone to my ear. “Hello?”
“I’m trying to reach Skye Summers.”
“This is her.”
“This is Monty. I’m a nurse at Guardian Springs. Patricia Summers is a resident here, and you’re listed as her emergency contact.”
My heart seizes in my chest. “What happened, what’s wrong?”
Tony must hear my panic because he stares at me intently.
“Ms. Summers is very ill. The doctor on-call is with her right now, but she’s asking for you.”
“What do you mean she’s very ill? Is she going to be okay?” I ask.
“She has pneumonia. Did they not call you when she was diagnosed?”
“No, I had no idea.”
“It’s been spreading through the center. Several residents have had it in the last month. We’re treating Patricia with antibiotics and trying to make her comfortable.”
“Okay, tell her I’m on my way.”
“I’ll let her know, and we’ll see you soon.”
After ending the call, I push past Tony. “I’m sorry, Tony, but I have to go.”
“What’s wrong?”
“That was the nursing home my grandma is in. She’s really sick and asking for me. I have to go.”
“You okay to drive?”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Can you handle things here by yourself? Waylon’s still in the back if you need him. I’m really sorry.”
“Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine. If Waylon can’t help, I’ll call Rogue and have him get someone in here.”
“Shit… Rogue. I have to call him to tell him where I’m going.”
“Go, call Rogue, and be careful.”
“Thanks, Tony,” I call as I race down the hall to the breakroom to grab my things.
Less than two minutes later, I’m pulling out of Purgatory’s parking lot and calling Rogue.
