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Shaking my head, I turned back to the computer. There was still no word from Colt.
He will be fine, Macy.
A few minutes passed. I scratched my forearm, then scratched again. I hated when I got dry skin. Actually, I was thirsty too. Rising, I headed to the kitchen for some water.
When I reached for a glass, I wheezed. Frowning, I swallowed and rubbed my chest. My throat also felt thick.
I staggered. I felt weird. It was hard to breathe.
Oh, no.
I pushed off the counter, clawing at the neckline of my shirt. I saw the rash on my arms.
Shit. Allergic reaction. It had been a really long time since I’d had one. My gaze flew to the brownies. Oh hell, was there coconut in there?
Shit. Shit.Shit. I stumbled. I used to carry an EpiPen, but when I moved, it had expired. I hadn’t gotten around to replacing it. I mean, it was pretty easy to avoid coconut. And who put it in brownies? I hadn’t seen any.
Sit down, Macy. Don’t panic.
I tried to walk, but I toppled and fell on the floor. I whimpered. My breathing really labored now.
Oh my God. I couldn’t die from coconut. Life couldn’t be that unfair.
I dragged myself out of the kitchen and toward the desk. I needed to call 9-1-1. I needed to hit the panic button. I needed help.
The room spun and I whimpered.
I kept crawling. My breathing was just a wheeze now and my dizziness was growing.
Oh, God.Please, please someone help me.
22
COLT
Ididn’t waste any time getting back to the office. I’d given my statement to the New Orleans PD, leaving out the part about knowing Scott Warner was behind the shooting.
I’d deal with the fucker myself.
Right now, I wanted to get back to Macy.
I pulled into the back of the warehouse, then headed around to the office. Maybe I’d take Macy out for lunch.
Daisy had a sleepover at her best friend’s house tonight. My gut tightened. That meant it would just be Macy and me at home. I glanced up. Storm clouds were building. The humidity was reaching uncomfortable levels. We’d get a storm soon.
When I opened the office door, I found it empty. I frowned. “Macy?”
I heard a noise. A choked sound.
Surging forward, I rounded her desk and saw her sprawled on the floor.
“Macy!”
I dropped to my knees and rolled her over. Her breathing was a harsh, labored rasp. Her face was flushed, and I saw panic in her eyes. Her neck was covered in a rash.
“What happened?Fuck.”
She tried to talk, but just touched her throat. She was having trouble breathing.
