Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 140604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
“But it’s something, and I think that he’s looking for anything to save him at this point,” Ruby continued.
He watched as the man tried to get the woman to comply, but she kept attempting to move away from him.
Then she turned slightly, and he saw her face.
Olivia.
“Ruby, I have to call you back.” He took off, running toward her.
Chapter Twelve
Keane paced the floors of the Willow Fork Medical Clinic and wished there was some way to get Olivia back to Dallas. He wanted all the best doctors watching after her. The Willow Fork Medical Center was tiny, and the nurse who checked them in had seemed bored until she found out the patient was Olivia. Then she seemed to feel the need to be on her phone rather than doing her work.
Olivia was back there, and he wasn’t sure what was happening. He fucking hated this. He hated being out of control. But she needed him to stay calm.
Garrett walked up carrying a Styrofoam cup of hospital coffee. Keane took it, drank it down for the caffeine. “Any word?”
It had been half an hour since Garrett picked Olivia up off the parking lot ground and they rushed her to the hospital. Keane got a text to meet Garrett, that it was an emergency and he was climbing into the cab of Gabe’s truck and racing to the hospital before he could think to give her friends a heads-up.
He texted them to find Olivia’s purse and her phone since both were missing and to secure whatever she’d been drinking, though he couldn’t be sure she’d been roofied. It seemed the only real theory to contemplate. She’d been obviously intoxicated, and she only had two margaritas. He talked to her before he joined Miranda on the dance floor and she’d been perfectly fine.
“Nothing yet,” Keane said, nausea rolling through him, but he wasn’t giving in. She needed him to be strong.
The door to the emergency room came open and Gigi jogged through, a deeply competent look on her face. She had a badge in her hand. “Where is she?”
She wasn’t alone. Gabe and Miranda were close behind her.
“Room twelve, but they said we couldn’t come back because we’re not family.” It pissed Keane off, but he didn’t want to delay her care. If they’d been in another town, he would have said he was her husband and Garrett was her brother or vice versa. Anything to get them in there so they could watch over her.
“I’ll handle it,” Gigi said as she rushed through the ER doors, holding that badge up.
Miranda and Gabe stayed behind. She was pale and looked younger than normal. “What happened?”
“I was out in the parking lot and saw someone dragging Olivia out,” Garrett explained. “When I chased him off, I realized something happened to her. I think someone spiked her drink. Why does Gigi get to go back? They told us we couldn’t go.”
How he had wanted to throw a fit.
“Gigi sometimes works out here,” Gabe explained. “Abby is active with the clinic, and Gigi helps with training. They’ll listen to her. Hopefully.”
“Did you bring her drink?” Garrett asked, turning to Miranda. “I want the police to check it.”
Miranda’s face paled. “I got us another round from the bar. I ordered it and went to the bathroom. When I got back it was ready. I took it to her.”
“But they would have thought it was for you,” Keane pointed out.
“No, they wouldn’t. I was drinking strawberry margaritas. Olivia has a very specific order. The bar staff knows her well, so they would have known it was for her. They even put a blue umbrella in so they wouldn’t get it mixed up,” Miranda explained. “I should have stayed until the drinks were ready.”
Gabe put a hand on Miranda’s shoulder. “This is not your fault. There’s no reason you should have been worried that the drink was spiked. I looked for it after you texted. It was gone by the time we got back to the table. I don’t know if someone bussed the table or someone grabbed it. Her bag and her phone were gone, too. I already contacted the police, and the owners of The Barn are cooperating by giving them all the security footage.”
“Do we know if we can call her cellular provider to turn on location services?” Garrett asked, sounding calmer now. It was good. Garrett needed a job to do.
“You should get someone on that,” Keane offered. “You might have a better shot. You can say you’re her attorney.”
“I’m pretty sure she lets her mom track her phone,” Miranda said, pulling out her own. “I can text her and say Livie lost it and ask if she can see where it is.”
Garrett nodded. “It would be faster than going through all the legal hoops.”