It would be fun in the next couple of years to see who won that standoff. My money was on Wake, especially with how cute Wakely was.
I closed the baby-danger-zone door and walked with Morrigan to the other side, opening the passenger side door for her and helping her in before I walked around to the passenger side front seat.
Once I was in, I said, “We need to head to my place.”
“Mine,” I heard a croak out of the back.
Wake turned to me with a raised brow, waiting for me to give him the last word.
I opened my mouth to tell him my place when there was an enraged, disembodied voice filling the car.
CHAPTER 9
A single sperm contains 37.5 MB of DNA information. One ejaculation represents a 16K GB data transfer. That’s equivalent to 62 MacBook Pros.
-Text from Folsom to Morrigan
AODHAN
“I can’t believe you thought I wouldn’t find out that you were in the hospital!” a female’s voice sounded over the Bluetooth speaker in Wake’s SUV.
She closed her eyes with a weary sigh. “Folsom…”
“Uhh,” Wake said, unsure how a person had just started speaking out of his car who was trying to get a hold of me. Not him. “What’s going on?”
“That’s Folsom,” I said, realizing it was Morrigan’s best friend. “And I don’t think she intended not to call you. That might be my fault, Folsom. Morrigan was attacked at the gas station this morning. He choked her, and she has a lot of swelling around her throat. She can barely speak.”
“I know,” Folsom snapped. “I found out via a red flag that popped up on my computer when I woke up this morning to get my child to school.”
So she was pissed.
Noted.
“You’re taking her home?” Folsom asked.
“I’m taking her home,” I explained. “But I’m staying the night due to a possible concussion.”
“You stay with her or I’ll kill you.” She paused. “And don’t hurt her again, or I’ll kill you a second time.”
Then she was gone.
Morrigan pinched the bridge of her nose, mortified with her best friend.
I winced.
The words she’d said sliced a new, ever-filling hole inside of my heart, reminding me just how badly I’d fucked up.
As if I didn’t have enough guilt, there was more, piling it higher and higher.
“She sounds nice,” I offered.
“How did she just get on there and do that?” Wake asked. “I don’t even have this car hooked up to my phone. Let alone some random’s phone.”
I winced at Morrigan being called random.
Morrigan’s eyes flared, and I could tell that she was pissed as hell at Wake’s chosen words.
She wasn’t random.
