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)
“Sorry, am I interrupting?” she asked, tucking her shoulder under my armpit and not sounding the least bit concerned.
“Yeah,” Tommy replied.
“That’s unfortunate.” Myla shrugged.
Tommy scoffed, and Will grinned. “Left your aunt Molly at the motel. She grabbed all the keys and checked everyone in. Give her a call when you’re headed over there.”
“I don’t think we’re going anywhere for a while,” Myla replied. She looked up at me.
“I’ve got the night shift tonight,” I told her. “We don’t want Aoife up here alone.”
Myla looked back at Will as I felt my phone start vibrating. “I’ll stay up here with Cian, but the girls may want to get some sleep.”
“Just a sec,” I said, pulling away so I could check my phone. It was Saoirse.
I wondered if I’d ever see her face pop up on my phone without reliving our last phone call.
“Hey,” I answered.
“Cian, Aisling is freaking out.”
“What do you mean, freaking out?”
“She’s hysterical. She keeps saying he’s driving by the house. I don’t know who, but she’s adamant. She tried to leave. Ronan had to practically tackle her.”
“Did Brody see anyone?”
“No, he said that there hasn’t been the same car twice,” Saoirse said, her voice high with anxiety. “Sean’s still sleeping, but if she doesn’t calm down, she’s going to wake him up. I don’t know what to do.”
“Wake up Aunt Ashley.”
“She’s already awake. I went and got her first. She finally said to call you.”
“Fuck.” I paced down the corridor.
“Aoife could talk her down, but—”
“Yeah, don’t bother E,” I mumbled, torn. “I’ll head home in a minute and see if I can sort her out.”
“I’ll switch with you,” she said quickly. “It’s not like I was sleeping tonight anyway.”
“Wait until I get there,” I ordered.
“Fine.”
We hung up, and I turned to see multiple eyes on me in concern. Myla had followed me a little and was standing halfway between the group and where I was standing.
“I gotta head back to the house,” I said, walking toward her. “Somethin’ is goin’ on with Aisling.”
“Is she okay?” Myla asked, falling into step with me.
“She’s flippin’ out.”
“Crap.”
“We’ll stay here,” Heather said, pulling yarn out of her bag. “Go do what you need to do.”
“I’ll stay with ’em,” Bas added. “So Aoife doesn’t run screamin’ if she comes out here and sees a sea of Aces.”
“Aoife likes us,” Lily protested. “We met her last year at a barbecue.”
“Ah, so you’re best friends then,” Gray said dryly. His mom reached over and pinched his side. He didn’t even flinch.
“I’m going with you,” Myla said, picking her purse up off the floor. “Who’s got a helmet I can borrow?”
Rose lifted one from the floor beside her.
“You rode?” Lou asked in surprise.
“My man’s on his bike,” Rose shrugged as she handed Myla the helmet. “No place I’d rather be.”
“It was cold as hell,” Frankie said with a huff of disbelief. “No thank you.”
“Probably why you don’t have a man,” Rose shot back.
Frankie’s eyes widened in shock before she burst out laughing. Rose grinned.
“Thank you,” Myla said.
“Let me know everything is okay,” Heather said, looking back and forth between us. “One of you.”
“We will.”
“I’ll ride with ya,” Will said, lifting his hand in goodbye to the rest of the group.
“Stop being such an ass,” Lily scolded Rose quietly. “Good grief.”
“I wouldn’t ride with Tommy in this weather,” Heather said as we walked away. “You’ll find a fella, Frankie. Or a filly? Whatever you’re into.”
“Jesus,” Myla muttered as we made our way onto the elevator.
“Your sister’s gonna be in for a surprise,” Will said as we stepped inside.
“Hopefully she doesn’t even notice them,” Myla grumbled.
“I think she’ll notice ’em.”
“Where did you guys park?” I asked as we rode down to the first floor.
“Right next to the boys. First level. Where are you at?”
“Second level.”
“Meet me down here?” Will said, gesturing toward his bike.
“No problem.”
Myla and I used the stairs to go up to the next level, and halfway up the first flight, her hand slipped into mine.
“Okay?” she asked quietly, giving my hand a squeeze.
“Can’t believe you drove all the way out here,” I replied, shaking my head.
She was oblivious as we walked toward my bike on the other side of the parking structure, but I was hyperaware of our surroundings. There were a couple of birds eating spilled fast food off to the right of us, but nothing else moved.
“Of course I did,” she said, bumping into me. “Even when I thought you’d tell me to fuck off.”
“Why the hell would I do that?” I glanced at her in surprise.
“Well, because.” She stared at me. “I said some shit, remember?”
“Oh yeah,” I replied. “It’s burned into my brain.”
“Shut up.”
“I’d never tell you to fuck off,” I said, yanking her toward me as I scanned the parking spaces. “I care about you, remember?”
My breath left in a rush as she smacked the helmet into my gut.