Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 90919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
“It’s not like he didn’t already know that you wanted to jump his bone,” Lou added reasonably. “The sexual tension has been off the charts for a while now.”
“Could both of you stop saying jump his bone?”
“Make sweet, sweet love then,” Frankie replied dryly. “He’s not going to tell you to fuck off.”
“I wonder how everyone is doing,” Lou said, putting her book down. “We haven’t stopped since dinner, so I know Bas hasn’t checked his phone.”
“If it rang, he would’ve pulled over.” I looked out the window at the three bikes ahead of us. “No news is good news.”
“That’s what I’m hoping, too,” Frankie said darkly. “What do you think happened to Aisling?”
“I have no idea.” I shook my head. “I’m actually dreading the answer.”
“Me too,” Lou said with a sigh. “Did Richie getting shot have something to do with whatever happened with Aisling?”
“It would be a real fucking coincidence if it didn’t,” Frankie pointed out. “I’m guessing it’s all connected.”
“I hate not knowing what the fuck is going on,” I mumbled. I contemplated texting Cian, but I was afraid that if I warned him we were coming, he’d try to convince me to turn around and go home. While Cian was more than happy to connect his Aces family to his biological family, he’d always been very private about things that happened with the other part of his life.
“Well, a couple more hours and you’ll get a front-row seat,” Frankie replied.
“When did your dad say everyone else would be coming?” Lou asked.
“When I talked to my mom, she said she was packing their bags.” My mom had been worried, both about Cian’s family and about the girls and me walking into an unknown situation. “They’ll be a few hours behind us.”
“Do you know where everyone is staying?” Frankie asked as she checked her blind spot and changed lanes.
“Brenna got a whole block of rooms at a motel near the hospital,” I replied. It had started raining, and I grimaced as I looked at the boys. They were going to be drenched by the time we got there. Riding in the rain was miserable, and we still had hours.
“Are we staying with your parents?” Lou leaned forward to look at me.
“Fuck no,” I muttered, wrinkling my nose. “I’m not sleeping in the same room as my parents. Gross.”
“It’s not like they’d get freaky while we were there,” Frankie joked.
“Yeah, whatever you tell yourself,” I shot back. “We have our own room. They’ll figure it all out when they get here. I told her we’d be at the hospital or Aoife’s anyway.”
“I hope Richie’s doing okay,” Lou murmured. “Aisling, too.”
The last few hours of the trip seemed to drag on forever, but eventually we followed Bas and the boys into the hospital’s well-lit parking garage. By the time we parked beside them, the guys had climbed off their bikes and were cursing and bitching.
“Can’t find my balls,” Bas joked, wiping a hand down his face.
“Sounds like a personal problem,” Frankie called out.
“Been on miserable rides,” Gray muttered. “That one was in the top five.”
“I don’t know,” I joked as I rounded the Tahoe, stretching my arms over my head. “I thought it was kind of relaxing.”
Gray’s eyes crinkled in amusement as he huffed in mock annoyance. I’d been glad to see him when we showed up at Titus and Noel’s earlier. He was quiet and reserved and quite a bit older than us, but there wasn’t anyone quicker to pitch in when there was an emergency. He was the calm in the center of the storm, always.
“You let him know we’re here?” Brody asked Bas, slicking his hair back with both hands.
“Didn’t answer,” Bas replied. He waved his hands at us girls, ushering us toward the elevators.
My stomach was rolling with nerves as we headed toward the hospital building. The group talked quietly, mostly complaining about the rain we’d driven through, but I could barely follow the conversation. Cian had no idea that we were coming, and I could imagine about a hundred different scenarios where he lost his shit and threw us out. Okay, maybe he wouldn’t throw the guys out—but now that we were actually there, I could see that showing up at the hospital late at night wasn’t the best idea.
“He’ll be glad we’re here,” Lou said softly.
Security had met us at the emergency room entrance, and we stood there waiting for a few minutes while they spoke to Gray. Eventually, they waved us on, pointing to another set of elevators.
“This place is a maze,” Frankie muttered as we piled onto the elevator.
“Fuckin’ hate elevators,” Bas grunted.
Frankie started jumping as soon as the doors closed.
“Knock it off, asshole,” he bitched, reaching out to press down on her shoulder and keep her feet on the floor.
“You’re such a baby.”