Series: Sean Moriarty
Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 113805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Something is wrong with my baby.
The club blurs around me as I rush up to the bar. Expecting me, Will hands me the cordless phone over the counter without a word.
“Sonya? What’s wrong?” I rush out, hoping I’m over-worrying. That it’s really nothing.
“Eden, you know I wouldn’t bother you at work, but something is wrong with Abel,” Sonya says apologetically.
In the background I can hear Abel crying.
My heart falls to my feet. “What’s wrong?”
Sonya sighs. “He started running a fever twenty minutes ago and he won’t stop crying. I can’t make him happy.”
“Shit. Okay. I’ll be there in a few.” Hanging up the phone, I hand it back to Will.
All my focus going to what I need to do to get out of here, I turn and collide with something rock-hard.
Grabbing me and steadying me, Jude scowls down at me. “What’s wrong?”
I knock his hands off. “I need to leave. Abel is sick…”
The second I try to step around him, though, he grabs my arm to stop me. “I’ll drive you.”
So much anger surges up inside me at being stopped, I practically shake with the need to tell him off.
But I don’t have time.
As much as I hate it, I could use his help.
Riding with him will be quicker than calling a car or taking the bus.
Nodding, I yank my arm back and rush to the dressing room. Sensing him on my heels the entire way.
Silently he watches me grab my bag from my locker.
Which is good because I don’t think I could take any more of his craziness right now.
Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I walk out of the dressing room without getting changed.
“This way,” Jude says and grabs me again the second I step outside the side door.
Holding my hand, he leads me over to the passenger side of a black two-door Audi taking up two spaces.
I don’t know why, maybe it’s because my nerves are going crazy, but the second he opens the door I feel the need to point out, “You park like an asshole.”
Jude grins, flashing his teeth at me as I slide into the seat. “I was in a hurry to get here.”
Closing the door, he jogs around the front of the car then slides into the driver’s seat.
“Does Abel get sick a lot?” he asks as he starts the car up and gives the engine a quick rev.
Buckling up my seatbelt, I shake my head. “No. Almost never.”
Nodding, he throws the car into reverse. He backs us out so hard and fast, the tires squeal in protest.
Grabbing onto the door handle to keep myself from being flung around, I shoot him a look.
But he’s too focused on the road ahead to notice me.
Glaring through the windshield as if the road itself is his enemy, he peels us out of the parking lot.
Pressing a button on his steering wheel, he says, “Call Nathaniel.”
The sound of a line ringing plays through the speakers.
After three rings, a man’s sleepy voice fills the car. “After the shit you pulled last night, this better be an emergency, Jude.”
“It is,” Jude says as if he truly believes it. “Meet me at 859 Magdalene Avenue.”
“What the fuck? Don’t tell me you got shot again…” Nathaniel says, sounding both cranky and worried.
Instead of answering, Jude hits the button on his steering wheel. Disconnecting the line.
859 Magdalene is my address…
How does he know where I live? And why is he driving like he knows exactly where he’s going?
I don’t remember telling him how to get there.
Resisting the urge to stare at him, I focus my attention out my window.
Deciding to wait and see if my suspicions are true.
With how fast Jude is driving, what should take ten minutes only takes us five.
And confirming one of my worries, he doesn’t pull up in front of my townhouse. No, he pulls up directly in front of Sonya’s.
Has he been watching me? Is that what I was feeling all day?
If I wasn’t so damn worried about Abel, I’d confront him and get the truth.
But that will have to wait until later.
Letting it all go for now, I unbuckle my seatbelt and push my door open before he comes to a complete stop.
Jude curses behind me as I rush up to Sonya’s door and knock hard enough to bruise my knuckles.
“I’m coming… I’m coming…” Sonya grumps from the other side.
I can hear Abel crying like he’s in pain.
When Sonya finally opens the door, a look of pure relief washes over her face. “Thank god you’re here.”
She steps back so I can walk inside.
Following Abel’s cries, I find him standing inside the playpen in the living room.
“I’ve tried everything to calm him down, short of giving him some medicine for the fever,” she says as she follows me. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to do that.”