“Where are you?” I ask.
“My boss just dropped me off; I’m heading into the dorms right now.”
My hands knuckle the steering wheel. “Right. Are you okay? Did you faint again?” Worry creeps up inside me, and I can’t help but wonder what the hell is going on with her.
“I’m fine.”
Somehow, I doubt that.
She huffs and her next question makes my heart race. “Did you call my dad again?” There’s an accusation in her tone, but the thing is, she’s absolutely on point.
Because I did call her dad.
But I don’t want to admit it.
Silence fills the space, which gives her the answer she’s looking for it seems.
“You’re a jerk,” Bristol says, and I wince. “I can fight my own battles, Liam.”
“Can you? Remember, you called me from the hotel.”
I imagine her stomping around, throwing a tantrum at the realization that she reached out to me first. I’m just checking up on her.
“It was a mistake. I was trying to call someone else—anyone else,” she hisses.
“Well, you probably should remove me from your contact list, so your finger doesn’t accidentally slip and call me again.”
“You’re such an asshole!” she seethes.
A wicked smile spreads across my face.
“Yes, one you keep on speed dial. What does that say about you, Firebreather?”
She groans excessively and then huffs into the phone, making it clear she’s irritated with me. I’m glad I can still rile her up.
“I hate you, Liam Moretti!”
I shrug off her words. “I know, you’ve already called me an asshole. Do you want some more hurtful names you can shout at me over the phone? For the record, I’m glad to know you’re safe and everything is fine.” I end the call, refusing to let Bristol get the last word.
All I was doing was trying to help.
It’s not my fault she called, freaked out, and then hung up.
She wouldn’t answer and tell me what’s really going on.
Not that she explained anything to me now, other than that she hates my guts.
That’s not anything new or exciting in the life of Bristol Greyson. She’s always hated me.
I call Sophia, wanting to give her an update.
“No need to check on Bristol,” I inform my sister. I make a right and then turn around, heading back toward the house. There’s no reason for me to drive all the way up Great Falls. I’m clearly not wanted there.
“Did you hear from her?” Sophia asks. Her voice is relaxed and calm, but it doesn’t settle my racing heart or thoughts.
“Yeah, she finally answered my call. Her boss just brought her back to campus.” I bite my tongue, not liking that her boss is driving her back to school. Wasn’t he the reason she called me? Because he’s married and was bringing her to a hotel room? The whole situation screams ick.
“Her boss is driving her home?” Sophia asks. It’s clear that she’s as confused as I am.
