Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
“All the more for you to see him again. Tell me you are seeing him again.”
“I am.” I pick up my phone and check the time. “Now.” I smile and wonder if he’s knocking at my door right now.
“What do you mean by now?” she asks.
“He gave me a time when he’d come back to pick me up. I told him no, but he didn’t listen.” I shrug.
“Piper,” she scolds.
“What?” I smile as my phone starts buzzing.
“Who is it?” Sailor asks.
“It’s Lucas. I swear to God, I need to get a new number and not tell Chanel.”
“You love Chanel.”
“I do, but she told Lucas my number, and now he spams me. He just sent me a GIF of a goat making some stupid noise. He’s a dickhead.” Sailor laughs as I turn my phone off and set it back down. If Keir needs me, he’ll call his wife.
“Lucas is…” Sailor pauses. “Lucas.” She shrugs.
“Yeah, you like him. I, on the other hand, could kill him.”
“Well, considering how many times you have shot at him and tried to stab him, we get that.” She laughs. “Also…” She looks away. “I’m pregnant.”
“Again?” I whisper.
“Yep. And I haven’t told Keir yet.”
Oh. “Do you plan to?”
“Yes, tonight.” She bites the inside of her lip. “He wants more kids, and I wasn’t sure I did. But…” She shrugs, then smiles. “I think I’m excited.”
“You should be. It’s a blessing. You have the best kids. And you and Keir are the best parents.”
Ezra is at my door when I get home. It’s late. Way past the time he told me to meet him.
When his gaze lands on me, I feel guilty.
For just a second.
But then I brush it away.
It was his idea, and I told him no, so he can deal with the consequences.
“I called,” he says.
“I didn’t answer, obviously.”
“Why?”
“I turned my phone off.”
Ezra runs a hand through his hair, pushing it back, and it causes his biceps to flex. His phone starts ringing, and when he pulls it from his pocket, he stares at it momentarily before putting it to his ear. His expression drops as he listens to whoever is on the other end of the line, and then his gaze fixes on me. I don’t know how to read him well enough to understand why he’s looking at me like that, but it makes me want to reach out to him.
“I’ll be there.” He hangs up. Then his eyes trace me up and down before he shakes his head. “I don’t have time for your games,” is all he says before he turns and heads down the hall.
Okay, that was confusing as hell.
“Ezra,” I call out. He stops and turns back to me.
“Are you…” I can’t even say it. So the words die on my lips.
“Fuck off, Piper.” He storms off.
Holy shit. A part of me wants to chase Ezra, while the other part wants to shoot him for talking to me like that. Stepping up to my door, I find a single rose lying on the floor where he was sitting. I pick it up and take it inside with me. And then I throw it in the trash.
Chapter Sixteen
EZRA
The plane ride was bad. The car ride was even worse. I didn’t bring anything with me. There was no time to stop at home. I left straight from Piper’s for the airport.
Walking into the hospital, I find the first person I can and ask where I can find him.
My brother was in a serious crash, and they mentioned his legs.
“You should probably come.” Those words continue to echo in the back of my head as they did all the way here.
I hate them.
I don’t love many things in this world, but I sure as shit love him.
Walking into the hospital room, I find him hooked up to so many machines, making so many sounds, it takes me a minute to even recognize him. His face is badly bruised.
“Please. You can sit with him.” A nurse walks in and goes over to him. “Are you family?” she asks.
“Yes. His brother. His only family.”
“Good. It’s best to have family around in these times.”
“How are the others?” I ask, not even sure if she knows.
She looks up at me with sympathetic eyes. “Tony was the only one badly injured. The others are all very lucky.”
“Will he walk again?” I ask.
“I’ll get the doctor to discuss it with you. I’m not sure I am the correct person to talk to about it.”
“Just tell me. Will my brother walk again?” I ask in frustration. “Please. This is my brother we’re talking about. I need to know.”
“From his chart, it seems no. I’m sorry.” She whispers, and I gulp around the lump in the back of my throat.
“He wanted to be a doctor,” I tell her. “He’s smart.” She glances at him and back at me before she walks out, telling me she’ll get a doctor to speak with me.