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“Wow,” I respond with a sigh because I know Hannah, and she won’t go away until she gets some sort of reaction.
“Right? I mean, ithasto be a mistake, doesn’t it?”
Exactly. Tank isn’t some criminal mastermind. Well, technically, he’s a criminal, but it’s all for a good cause. I need answers, so I abandon the coffee and search for Nova. He’s not in his office, and the examination room doors are wide open. I dart past each one, holding my breath because I know Nova will have the scoop. But he’s nowhere to be found.
Damn it.
I slip into one of the empty exam rooms and pull out my phone, staring at Nova’s number in my contacts. Nova and I have known each other for years and are pretty close. I don’t think he’d care if I called to ask about Tank, even if it’s not work-related.
I hit call on Nova’s number. It rings a few times before going to voicemail. That’s weird. Nova always answers my calls.“Hey, Nova, it’s Sophie. Give me a call when you get this. I just wanted to check in and see if you know what’s going on with Tank. Hope all is okay. Talk soon.”
I tap the red button and sigh. Then I open up a new text to Nova:
Sorry to bug you, but I heard about Tank. Do you know anything about it? Thx.
I hit send and wait anxiously for a response. Nova has always gotten back to me quickly in the past. I just hope he has news about Tank. My gut is telling me something serious is happening. I’ll just have to wait and see what Nova texts back. In the meantime, I’ll keep searching online for any news.
Lunch comes and goes, but I hardly notice because my stomach is too twisted up to eat or think about anything other than Tank. Nova hasn’t responded, which is weird in itself. Makes me wonder what’s really going on.
Tank dominates my thoughts, and I’m not sure if I’ve dodged a bullet or lost my shot at something that could’ve been amazing.
That’s always how it is, though, isn’t it? When we don’t get something, we romanticize it and turn it into the best thing that could ever happen.
But I feel like Tank and I had a connection, physical and emotional, and it’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt with another man.
“Hey, Soph, how’s it going?”
I look up at Diesel’s smiling face and Olly’s stern expression. “Hey, guys. What are you doing here?”
Seeing them puts me on edge because Banger isn’t here, and the clinic doesn’t usually have this kind of security.
Diesel shrugs, flashing a smile as if this is all normal. “Just checking things out. Nothing to worry about.”
I glare at him and cross my arms. “See, when you say that, all I can do is worry.”
“Really, it’s nothing,” Olly says, his tone working to reassure me more than it should. “Just being cautious.”
“Does this have anything to do with Tank?” I ask.
They look at each other and then back to me with blank expressions. “Nope.”
“Do you know anything about Tank getting arrested?”
“Nope,” they say in unison.
Might as well be a yes. “Okay, then. See you around.” My shift is over, and I have just enough time to get home and change into real clothes before I head over to County to see Tank.
I’m nervous. I’ve never been to a jail before, and I don’t know what to expect.
I slip into a pair of dark jeans and a pale pink blouse that I pair with my favorite nude pumps that make my legs look great because I need every ounce of confidence I can get.
I keep my makeup natural, adding a shiny pale pink lip and my black frames because they make me look more professional and less like, what exactly? A scared, not-exactly-a-girlfriend? A worried temporary lover?
I don’t know.
I don’t even know what I’m doing, but I snag my keys and purse and make my way to the County Jail, someplace I never thought I’d go.
“No bags or purses inside, ma’am.” The heavyset man in uniform speaks in a firm voice, and I freeze, looking down at my bag. “Lockers over there.”
