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“Yeah, maybe.” I nod, feeling the angry storm raging inside ebb away.
“You’re a good friend, Channing. I’m glad Bexley has you.”
“You have me too, you know?” He winks, ushering me over to the couch. “Sit, and I’ll be right back.”
Channing makes himself busy in the kitchen while I pluck my cell phone off the table and move around the cabin until I find a signal to send Bexley a message.
Mia: I hope your grandad is okay… and I’m sorry about earlier. I just hate the idea that something could happen to you, all because of me. I love you, Bexley. I love you so much. And that future we talked about… I want that. I want you.
I hit send and wait, silently praying to see his name flash up. But it doesn’t come, and a sinking feeling spreads through me. He’s probably at the hospital, dealing with doctors.
Channing brings me a sandwich and we eat in comfortable silence. He chooses some action film and we sit together, trying to distract ourselves. He checks his phone a couple of times, texting someone back.
“Bexley?” I ask, and he shakes his head.
“Brandon. Bexley is still at the hospital.”
I try not to panic that he hasn’t texted me back. We didn’t exactly leave things in a good place.
After the film is done, Channing cleans away our plates while I pace in front of the window. A car appears in the distance, glittering through the dense trees.
Bexley’s car.
My heart soars.
He’s back.
He came back.
Before I know what I’m doing, I yank open the door and run to meet him.
“Mia?” Channing yells after me, but it’s too late. I’m already dashing down the steps as the car rolls to a stop. Sunlight bounces off the hood, blinding me, and I throw up my arm.
The driver’s door opens, and Bexley climbs out, his dark shadow bursting through the rays of sunshine.
“You’re okay,” I breathe, relief settling into my bones as his face comes into view. “You’re—"
“Hello, little mouse.”
26
Bexley
"I'm so sorry," Phillip says, jumping up from the chair he was sitting in as I come to a stop in the hallway beside the room the nurse at the reception directed me to.
"Shit," I bark, running my hand down my face.
"They thought they'd be able to save him with surgery, but his heart couldn't take it."
"Fuck. Fuck." I slam my hand down on the wall, Phillip startling beside me.
"I'm so sorry. I know you weren't all that close but—"
"Where is he, Phillip?"
Phillip's brows pull together as he stares at me. He quickly looks over his shoulder at the door. "I-in there. The nurse said we can—"
"Not Marcus. Cade. Where the fuck is Cade?" I seethe.
