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Logic told me Rhea would’ve been more distraught if Pen were in serious danger, but logic always cracked in the face of frigid, debilitating fear.
Thankfully, Xavier didn’t ask questions or make conversation. He simply gunned through the streets, navigating jaywalkers and traffic with surprising dexterity...until we hit the gridlocked mess that was Midtown Manhattan during rush hour.
The lights were green, but traffic was so backed up, no one could move.
“What happened?” I straightened, trying to make sense of the snarl of cars, pedestrians, and bicyclists weaving through the intersection.
“Looks like an accident.” Xavier opened the driver-side, leaned out, and did a quick survey of our surroundings. “We’re backed up for blocks.”
Shit.My hands curled around the edge of my seat.We could be stuck here for hours, and I didn’t have hours.
What if Pen took a sudden turn for the worse? What if I missed out on seeing her for the last time by—
No. Don’t go there.
I fought for calm. Devolving into a hysterical mess wouldn’t do anyone any favors.
“I’ll be right back.” Xavier got out of the car fully. “If traffic somehow disappears in the next five minutes, my baby is in your hands.” He patted the top of his Porsche.
“What are you…?” I twisted around to watch as he walked down the line of cars behind us and knocked on the window of the last one. The driver rolled it down, Xavier handed him something, and after a short exchange, the car reversed and turned onto a side street.
Thankfully, there were only three cars blocking us, and Xavier repeated this process with the last two until we were clear.
“Change of plans.” He slid back into his seat and followed the others’ lead in reversing and rerouting. “This next part might be bumpy.”
“What did you do?”
“Gave the drivers three hundred bucks each to go the opposite direction.” Xavier frowned at the side street, which was also clogged. “Bribery works wonders.”
“We need to talk about the dangerous amount of cash you carry—shit.” I clutched the door’s armrest, my heart leaping into my mouth as the Porsche swerved onto the sidewalk. “This is not a road!”
“I’m aware.” He plowed forward, two of the wheels on the sidewalk and two on the street, past a queue of blaring car horns and angry curses. “There are no people walking here, and I can afford the fine.”
“You’ve lost your mind—fuck!” My heartbeat ratcheted up another notch when we nearly sideswiped a fire hydrant, and I didn’t breathe until we finally,finallyturned on a new street and returned to proper driving.
As in, no sidewalk, only asphalt.
The incoming rush of oxygen made me dizzy.Note to self: never get in a car with Xavier behind the wheel again.
“You need to get to the hospital. This is the fastest way we can get there,” he said calmly. He drove with one hand; the other closed around over mine, interlacing our fingers. I stiffened with surprise. “Don’t worry, Luna. We’ll make it.”
I stared at his profile for a second before my gaze drifted to our intertwined hands. His was so large it engulfed mine, and so warm the heat radiated up my arm, through my chest, and into my stomach.
He was focused on the road, and his act of comfort was a casual, unthinking one, but somehow that made it all the more intimate.
Emotion climbed into my throat, thick and sudden.
I missed sex because I hadn’t had it in a month, but I hadn’t realized how much I’d missedthis. Non-sexual touches. Easy intimacy. Connection, in one form or another.
Maybe it was because I hadn’t hadthisin years, if I’d ever really had it at all.
I faced forward and squeezed Xavier’s hand, letting his reassuring strength calm me. I didn’t care about displaying vulnerability in that moment; I just needed someone to hold on to.
Luckily, we didn’t hit major traffic again, and we arrived at the hospital in relatively short order.
“You go inside,” he said. “I’ll look for parking.” I didn’t argue.
For a random Wednesday afternoon, the hospital was packed, but since I was family, I easily made it past the front desk.
