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I called back, but the phone immediately was sent to voicemail.
I closed my eyes, then started whispering into the phone, trying to keep myself calm by telling him about the sweatshirt I was wearing, reminding him of the time he hurt me.
Quinn did, eventually, show.
But by then, I’d lost any and all hope I had left that this relationship would ever be able to be rekindled.
You just couldn’t fix something so broken. Not if the universe was convinced you should stay apart.
If you inch up at that red light, no matter what car I’m in, you just locked in a race.
—Quinn to Quaid
QUINN
“Who was that?” I growled.
“Wrong number,” Elliette hung the phone up.
I frowned. “You didn’t even answer it,” I pointed out. “And why are you answering my phone anyway?”
She shrugged. “Habit I guess. I hear a phone ring, I answer it.”
I held out my hand for the cordless phone, then put it back on the charger next to the back door.
“Why are you here now?” I wondered. “I have to leave for work in…
My phone vibrated on the counter, drawing my attention.
I frowned at it.
“That’s weird,” I said as I walked to it. “Why is it on silent?”
I never, ever had it on silent.
When you were on call like I was, twenty-four-seven, you didn’t have the luxury of turning your phone to silent.
I answered the phone, frowning when I saw a notification for seven missed calls on top of that.
My heart utterly leapt inside my chest, but I ignored the stupid organ and answered.
“What’s up, Boseman?” I said into the phone, leaning my hips against the counter.
There was a long stretch of silence as I heard voices urgently telling someone to do something, and my back went ramrod straight.
“Uh,” he hesitated. “There’s a gang shooting going on at the old movie theater down by the interstate. I have reports that there are mass casualties. Ten different shooters. And I also have a bird’s eye view of the theater. Owner put up cameras. I’m looking at what I think is your girl lying on the ground in the acoustics room.”
I stiffened impossibly further, then turned my gaze toward Elliette.
She had the fuckin’ nerve to look bashful. “I’ll be there in five.”
Elliette held her hand up to stop me, but I brushed past it as I all but ran to my bedroom to grab my gun and shoes.
“What are you doing?” she asked. “I thought we were going to watch the game?”
I snarled at her. “Get the fuck out of my house. And the next time she calls, or talks to you in some way wanting me, you make damn sure she gets to talk to or see me. This is your only warning.”
When I got out to my truck, her car was speeding away from my apartment.
