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“No, sir.”
I’m on my way back to the house when my phone rings, and I see that it’s Remington on the screen.
“Hey.”
“How is she?” he immediately asks.
“She’s going to be fine,” I reply, emotion running through me. Jesus, I’ve never felt like falling apart the way I do right now. “It was scary, but she’s okay.”
“Good. I’m glad to hear that. Do you need anything?”
This. This is all I’ve needed from Rem for the past six years. “I can’t think of anything off the top of my head.”
He’s quiet for a heartbeat, and then, “I’m not good at apologies. You know that.”
I swallow hard and sit on the steps that lead up to my front door. “Yeah, none of us are.”
“You’ve apologized,” he disagrees. “And I’ve been a jerk about it. I’m not sorry about the way I reacted back then. My feelings weren’t wrong.”
“I get that.”
“But I’m tired of being pissed off at you, and I miss you. So, I’m sorry for not working things out before this.”
I clear my throat, glad that no one is around to see the tears fill my eyes.
“Thanks for that.”
“And if you need anything, we’re just a few minutes away.”
I nod, even though he can’t see me. “I appreciate it.”
“Okay, then.”
“Rem.” There’s a pause on the other end of the line, waiting for me. “I’m really so sorry.”
“I know. We’re okay, little brother. Call if you need me.”
“Same goes.”
We hang up, and I drop my head into my hands and let the onslaught of emotion hit me.
Relief that she’s okay.
Anger at my security team.
Love for my family.
Anticipation for a new baby.
It’s been a lot for one day.
Climbing the stairs, I let myself into the house and walk into the living room, where Polly’s lounging on the couch, looking at something on her phone. She sets it down on her lap when she sees me coming, and I sit on the table across from Polly and lean my elbows on my knees.
“Let’s talk, babe.” Every time I think about the fact that she’s pregnant, I get butterflies, and I want to get excited, but until I know exactly what Polly’s feeling, I don’t want to show it. I don’t want to influence her.
“Are you okay?” she asks. “You look shaken.”
“It’s been one hell of a day,” I reply with a rueful smile. “I’m going to be fine. I just want to hear what’s going on in your gorgeous mind.”
