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Vibration from the bedside table broke me out of the thoughts that were skittering through my mind. Relieved to be distracted from the emotions I was feeling. I didn’t know if I was even ready to handle things this fast, this soon, I grabbed the cell phone on the nightstand, clicked to disengage the call, and saw the name on the screen.
An incoming call from Tim.
Siena’s head was still nestled into my neck, my free hand stroking her hair.
Who the hell?
Shit. This wasn’t even my phone. Put it back, put it back.
The vibration stopped, and notifications started popping up. I couldn’t help but look.
Three missed calls from Tim.
Two text messages.
I didn’t mean to invade her privacy, but the words,I KNOW WE CAN WORK THINGS OUT. PLEASE GIVE ME ANOTHER CHANCE!had me doing a double take.
What in the actual fuck?
She rolled off me, curled up, and ran a hand through my hair, none the wiser.
I dropped the phone next to me on the bed. It immediately began ringing again.Are you fucking kidding me? This jackhole had some fucking nerve.
“I think someone’s trying to get ahold of you,” I said as I climbed out of bed. The bed that now felt cold and empty even though she was still right there, freshly fucked, beautiful, and warm.
* * *
“Jesus Christ,”I said to myself as my forehead rested against the cold tile of the shower. I didn’t know what I was going to do. What was I supposed to do? Was there a simple explanation to all of this, or was this some gut-wrenching, knife turning, pour some more salt on that open wound bullshit that I’d have to work through? Another wild and turbulent test to prove my own worth, my desire to succeed, and my will to survive?
Images of yesterday replayed in my mind. Siena down on her knees in front of me, mouth wrapped around my cock, swallowing me, my hands tangled in her hair. I rubbed a circle on the steam covered mirror, stared at my reflection. “Come on, Blaire, get a grip.”
I turned the water off, wrapped a towel around my waist, and stepped out of the shower. A wail of crying came through the closed door. She was sobbing.What the hell?The hero in me had me running to her aide.
“What’s wrong?” I tucked her hair behind her ear, lifted her chin so I could look her in the eyes.Moment of truth.
Her cries softened. “Siena. Say something. What happened? I can take it.”
“It’s my . . . It’s Pops. He had a heart attack. Late last night.”
“Oh my god,” I said, taking a seat next to her on the bed.
She wrapped her arms around me, cuddling into me, warming me. Her skin against mine was like a cloak of warmth, a shield of heat.
I sat with her as she calmed down, taking me through the phone call that I never, in a million years, thought would be the call that we’d receive this morning.
WE?
Knock it the hell off, Michael. Her ex is texting her about getting back together, for fuck’s sake.
Don’t let yourself get in too deep.
Too late.
* * *
A quick text to Jax:Emergency in Monarch. Must leave ASAP. Text you later.
A phone call from the car to book two seats on an emergency flight back to San Diego.
