Page 22 of Broken Warrior
“Your phone, man... answer...” Bugs drawls before he fuckingsnores, loud.
I don’t know how he can sleep at a time like this.
No one should be able to sleep when I’ve stomped all over the most beautiful woman to ever breathe. No one should be able to sleep when I’ve hurt such a precious angel, my darling angel, my dark angel, and made her feel the way I did. No one should sleep when—
“Answer your fucking phone...” Another snore has my head rolling in the opposite direction. “Spider-Man... answer it...”
My phone?
Call me.
Blondie.
Fuck.
With all the energy I can muster, I pry one eye open and try to focus on the iPhone in my lap. It’s lighting up like a damn fireworks display, a picture of Fabio riding GTO like a horse showing while that song screams at me before it slides into the side of the chair.
Why the hell is Theo calling me after midnight?
It stops ringing for a second as my eye drifts closed but immediately starts back up again. So, with much effort and strain, I slip my hand between the arm of the recliner and the cushion and answer before I forget what I’m doing.
“Yeah?”
“I don’t know what the hell you did to my baby sister but I swear to god, Fin, if you hurt her I will— “
“What sister?”
“Finlay MacAllister, do not fuck with me right now,” Theo hisses in my ear. “I’m pregnant, hormonal, and currently craving chalk, so if you’re trying to be cute, knock that shit off.”
I frown, pull my phone away from my face and squint at it like I’m going to understand what the hell she’s talking about by staring at the screen. It doesn’t work, of course, so I close my eyes and put it back to my ear. “It’s late, Blondie.”
Theo huffs. “No shit.”
“So why you calling?”
“Because I’m super pissed at you!” She’s whisper-shouting and that probably means she’s in the bathroom, most likely peeing, and trying not to wake up Zak.
Great.
Just what I need.
Two pissed off Covington women.
Then it clicks.
Theo is mad because of something with her sister. Her sister who I was absolutely fucking terrible to earlier and has been home alone for damn near twelve hours since I took off like a bat out of hell. Theo is calling about Tate at almost one in the morning and that can’t be good.
“Why?” I play stupid because I have no idea what else to do. “I haven’t seen Tate in— “
“Hours!” Another hiss. “I fucking know. I called her a little while ago because she... because I needed to, and when she answered, Tater sounded like shit. It took me almost twenty minutes before she finally broke down but she still wouldn’t tell me what was wrong. Tate just sat and cried on the phone with me while she went on and on about things you don’t want to know.” The toilet flushes and the faucet comes on. “Care to know what I did manage to get out of her?”
Not really.“What?”
“That you, the sweetest, most selfless man I know aside from my husband, somehow made my baby sister feel like garbage!”
“She say that?”
“No, but I’m not stupid. Tate has never said anything but good and nice things about you since you moved her into your house, but tonight I couldn’t even say your name without her bursting into tears. You want to explain why that is?”
