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This isn’t happening.
“Tell me she’s fine and the article was wrong, man.” I’m not sure when I moved, but suddenly, I’m in front of my locker, grabbing my keys and trying to get Declan to move the hell out of my way. “Fucking move, Declan, or I’ll move you.”
The only thing I care about is getting to Caitlin.
“You don’t even know where you’re going yet, Callen.” He blocks me again. “Where is she, Coop?”
“She’s at her parent’s house. She’s okay. She was released from the hospital a few hours ago. It was her and Bellamy. Both girls are fine.”
The adrenaline letdown is fierce as it rushes through my body.
She’s alive.
She’s okay.
Holy. Shit.
I drop down on my bench and feel my stomach roll.
“Callen... there’s more,” Cooper’s voice is loud in the emptying locker room. “She’s pregnant.”
“What?” I had to hear him wrong.
There’s no way . . .
Declan holds his phone out to me with theKroydon Kroniclesarticle pulled up. “It says one of the girls might be pregnant. It doesn’t confirm anything,” Dec argues as I rip his phone out of his hands and skim the article.
“I have better sources than theKronicles, guys.” Cooper leaves little room for argument. “You need to go to your girl, Callen.”
Declan looks from my phone in one hand to his in my other. “Your girl? Caitlin?”
Without stopping to answer, I toss him back his phone and run out the door. “She’s at her parents’ house?”
“Yeah, man. Sounds like she’s shaken up but fine. You gotta calm down before you drive anywhere, brother.”
“The fuck I will.” I yank my truck door open, and Declan rips my key fob out of my hand.
I hadn’t even realized he followed me.
He pushes me toward the front of the truck. “Get in. I’m driving.”
It’s then that the weight of everything hits me like a ten-ton anvil on my chest.
“She’s all right,” I whisper, not sure which way is up, just that I’m fucking drowning.
I could have lost her today, and she wouldn’t have even known...
It would have all been for nothing.
She still wasn’t safe.
Fuck this.
I jog around to the passenger door and jump in.
“Drive carefully and call me later,” Coop tells us before he hangs up.
“Breathe, brother.” The wheels squeal as Declan peels out of the parking lot on what feels like two tires instead of four. “We’ll be there in fifteen minutes. You need to get your shit together before then.”
