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I am not okay. I am not fucking okay with any of this. Without another thought—and certainly without a plan—I pack up my belongings and jump into the driver's seat of the Entegra. Then I punchDenver, Coloradointo the navigation app and drive
Chapter Seventeen
Rome
Pain throbs in my hand to the beat of my pulse. The color alone tells me something is wrong. Not to mention, it's three times the size it's supposed to be. But punching that asshole was worth it; I would do it a thousand times.
The last six hours have given me nothing but time to sit here and think. I've thought about how I can't wait for the guys who put Bailey in that coma to be rotting away in a jail cell, just like this. If the situation was reversed, would she be waiting for me to wake up? Would she want to see me pursue Andrea?
Is Andrea the type of woman who will wait for me to get my shit together? And why do I feel so protective over her?
"Daniel Abrams?" a deep voice echoes off the cinderblock walls, interrupting my thoughts.
"That's me."
A portly man approaches my cell, keys jangling in his hand. "You're free to go. Bail has been paid.”
I scoff, shaking my head.That idiot.I told Jacob not to waste his money.
“And the gentleman whose skull you decided to pummel isn't pressing charges."
"Seriously? Do you know why?" I'm genuinely shocked the twit isn't pressing charges since I've now knocked him out coldtwice.
"Look, buddy. I don't interpret the messages; I just deliver them. They told me to release you. I wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, if I were you, and just get the fuck out while you can."
Unlike our friend, Lucky, I don’t need to be told twice. After I follow the officer to the front of the station, I sign the release papers, grab my personal belongings, and hightail my ass out of the jail before the ink dries on the form.
"Please have a charge," I repeat to myself over and over, grabbing the phone from the plastic bag the police returned to me. But it’s completely dead. "Fuck."
"Need a lift?"
Her familiar voice sends heat through my veins. Looking up, my eyes meet the amber jewels and soft lips which have brought peace to nightmares every night for the past week.
She smiles and I return the gesture, my cheesy schoolboy grin plastered from ear to ear.
"What are you doing here? I thought you were meditating in Montana?"
"Don't ask. I'm thinking about starting a blog calledMishaps of the Mid-life Crisis Road Trip."
"A little long, but I think it's something I can get behind. Lindsay tell you where I was?"
Nodding, Andrea throws her arms around my neck, pushing her incredible body against mine. "Thank you for helping my daughter. I don't know what I would have done if Lucky had gotten his hands on her."
"Probably a lot worse than me." I chuckle.
Andrea pulls back, creating distance between us.
"After seeing how inebriated Madison was and knowing that the slimeball upset you, I wasn't going to let it happen to her."
"Thank you.” Her cheeks flush and she drops her gaze. “I pretended not to see you that night. I was…” She sighs and her shoulder sag. “Embarrassed.”
A fist tightens around my heart. "I could hear you crying as he left. I went after him and knocked his ass out that night as well. When I returned to check on you, all your lights were out, and I didn't want to wake you. The next morning, you were gone."
"Why…Why were you coming to see me?" She stammers on her question.
"I don't know,” I start to lie.
Her lips purse with thedon’t give me that bullshitlook she’s mastered so well.
