Page 127 of What About Us

“That was Kevin. My agent. Just going over some things that he has lined up for me when I’m down in Denver.”

She nods slowly. “You’ve mentioned that. When are you going?”

“We are going next week.”

Ivy’s hand rubs up and down my chest, as if she’s soothing both of us.

“Babe, did you already forget my phone call? With my boss? Three minutes ago?” She frowns. “Do we need more testing on your head?”

I narrow my eyes at her. “No, smart-ass, I didn’t forget. But you’re only picking up one day a week. You can be in Denver with me the other six days.”

“How long will you be in Colorado?” she asks.

“Could be a couple of weeks. And if you think I’ll be without you for that long, you don’t know me at all. Clingy, remember?”

That makes her laugh, and I can’t resist leaning down to kiss her perfect lips.

“You are pretty clingy. We’ll figure it out. It’s going to happen sooner or later anyway.”

“What is?”

“Us living in two places. Me here and you in Denver.”

I’m already shaking my head, but my phone rings again, and I answer when I see it’s my dad.

“Hey, Dad.”

“Hey, buddy, I hate to bug you, but I can’t reach Tuck. I think I should go to the doctor.”

“I’m on my way.” I run out of the gym and down the hallway to the stairs. “I need ten to change my clothes and I’ll be in the car. What’s going on?”

“Blood sugar, of course. Fucking diabetes.”

“Do you need an ambulance?”

“No, I’m eating a banana, but I’ve been feeling like shit all morning. I should go see Blake at the clinic.”

I have him on speaker, and I’m already changing, not giving a shit about the sweat. I’ll shower once I make sure my dad is okay.

“I’ll be there in less than fifteen minutes. Do you want to stay on the phone with me, just in case?”

“Probably not a bad idea.”

That means it’s bad. My dad would normally assure me that it’s fine and hang up. This means he’s scared.

Fuck.

Ivy rushes in the room, her eyes round with worry. “What’s going on?”

“My dad needs me,” I tell her as I pause to kiss her forehead.

“I’m coming too,” she announces, already slinging her handbag over her neck. “Come on. I’m driving.”

I frown down at her, but she shakes her head.

“You’re upset. Let’s go.”

“Don’t get upset,” Dad says in my ear. He obviously heard Ivy. “I’m fine, I just shouldn’t drive myself.”