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“It was my pleasure.”
My phone rings, and when I see Adriel’s name, I can’t help the way my heart beats.
“Hey, fiancé.”
“Hey, baby. I’m here. Ready for lunch?”
“Sure! Give me a minute.”
“Take your time.” His voice oozes with that deep rasp that has me intoxicated already.
Hanging up, I look back at Leilani. “Please letme know how it goes. I’m just a phone call away if you need me.”
She sucks in a big breath. “I’ll be fine. I’ll text you after.”
“Okay.” I get to my feet, giving her one last reassuring grin.
Then I’m out the door and in the elevator, taking it to the main floor. As soon as I cross past the exit and onto the street, I see him in his black SUV, rolling down the window.
Excitedly, I start toward him, and as I do, something catches the corner of eye. A large cardboard box just sitting at the corner of the building.
That’s strange. Really strange.
My heart hammers, and I don’t know why, but for some strange reason, I feel it calling to me.
I know how that sounds. Crazy Kayla. But what if it’s a bomb?
Before I can even make it to it, Adriel is beside me. “Are you okay?”
“I don’t know…” I mutter, staring at the container. “The box. It’s just sitting there. Isn’t that weird?”
He squeezes my hand. “Let me go see what’s inside. Wait here.”
“I’m coming with you.” No way will I just stand around, and he knows me well enough by now to know that.
He gives me a harsh look, but I return it.
He rolls his eyes and shakes his head in frustration. “You’re infuriating.”
I let out a laugh.
Together, we head toward it, but the closer we get, the more fearful I become. My throat thickens, the air around stirring like it knows something I don’t.
Whatever’s inside that box is dangerous.
With my heart in my throat, anxiety ebbing through my veins, we make it that one final step until…
“Oh my God,” Adriel coughs out. “What the…”
My trembling hand meets my mouth as I stare at a sleeping baby wrapped in a simple, thick white blanket, a paper there beside him.
I don’t even know if it’s a boy. But something tells me it is.
Snapping out of my shock, I reach in and pick up the child, who looks only days old, if I had to guess. An ache lumps in my throat as I stare at him, small mouth moving while in deep sleep, not bothered by anything in the world.
“We have to get him inside and have Jade call someone,” I whisper, afraid to wake him.
But maybe we can keep him.
