“Callum, you in jail is not what I want,” Stella scolds me.
I yank my phone out of my pocket and call the hotel.
Reception answers. “Thank you for calling The Chambers. How can I assist you today?”
“I need to know if Becca Chambers has returned tonight, if she is okay,” I command the woman to answer me.
“I’m sorry, sir. I cannot release that information. Is there anything else I can do for you?”
I hang up. But then the limo slams to a stop, and I’m already out of the door before the driver has his open.
And I run.
I run like my life depends on it—because it does.
I can’t live without Becca. I can’t breathe without her. And if he hurts her, so much as touches her, it will kill me.
The door flies open as I barrel into it—I’ll feel the pain of that later. I race to the elevator and do my best to not break the button as I repeatedly press it.
Cade, Stella, and Brooke catch up to me.
“You guys go talk to the front desk. I’ll handle this. I need to do this alone.”
The doors open, and I step in, immediately pressing the button to her floor.
Thankfully, they listen to me and head to reception.
The doors close, and I block everything else out.
Everything buther.
EIGHTEEN
Becca
“If you need me, I’ll be right next door. Max is heading home for the night,” Keanu says as he closes the door.
I nod, feeling the emptiness of my vulnerability with Sophie.
When we got back to my room, I told her everything. About my deal with Cade, about my dad, about everything I had kept buried in my chest for so long.
I refused to say a word until Rose left, and I’m thankful she understood—or at least pretended to.
“Do you want me to stay with you tonight?” Sophie asks as she settles back into my sofa with a chocolate chip cookie from my pantry.
I have never wanted to be alone more in my life. “I’ll be okay. Come over in the morning?”
She smiles. “Of course. I’ll bring breakfast and coffee.” She stands up and slides her heels back on, walking to the door. “I’ll see you in the morning, okay?”
I nod and smile. “Good night.”
When the door closes behind her, I lean my head back on the couch and take a deep breath.
Hell of a night.
My body feels completely drained as well as my mind. I just want to take a bath, wash away this vulnerability, and go to bed.
Dragging myself into my closet to grab PJs, I go through the events of tonight. I know I shouldn’t have let Callum kiss me. It might as well have reversed all the effort I’d put in to make him move on.
