Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 111685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Stone thought I was hot. What. The. Hell.
I paused, that thought flashing through my body, but then it was numb again. Gone. That brief spark vanished.
So, we left. I had time to grab my phone, then dash out to the garage.
Stone powered his window down. “You set the code?”
I backtracked, setting the code he told me earlier, and then dashed out to his truck. The drive there was actually peaceful. For some reason, I liked riding in the passenger seat with Stone driving. He wasn’t too reckless, but he drove how he played. Wild at times. Reckless. But also smart and controlled, too. Efficient. When we were at a stoplight, I half expected the people right next to us to recognize him.
They didn’t.
“You have tinted windows?”
He nodded, easing forward as the light turned green. “Yeah. I had a scary incident last year, and since then, I’ll never not have tinted windows again. Only reason that one photographer got you was because you hadn’t totally shut the door yet.”
“Good to know.”
We went to where he worked.
He parked in a back lot, and we walked in through an off-door. A few other workers were around, and they raised their hand up, saying hello to Stone as he walked by. The orange and brown colors from the Kings displayed everywhere.
We went down one hallway and he paused outside a door, pushing it open. He stuck his head in, then backed up. “You can hang out in here.” It was a waiting room. There were couches. A television. A kitchenette area. He went to the fridge and opened it. “You can help yourself, and I’ll be about an hour. Two, tops. That okay?” He went to a closed door and toed it open. It was a bathroom. Then he went to the exit and glanced back. “You’re going to still be here and alive when I come back?”
I had my phone. I waved it. “I’ll call 911 and give them your credit card number if I need anything.”
He stared at me, gauging my intent, then rolled his eyes. “Har, har.”
Yeah. Har, har back.
It was a weird dynamic between us. Moments of kindness, moments of caring and then moments of strain and sarcasm and bitterness. This time it was all on me. I knew the next would be his. Cursing me as I’m in the hospital, totally something Stone would do. And me being bitter when he’s bringing me into this sanctum, where I knew so many would pay in blood to switch places—yeah. That was Stone and me.
I made some coffee while he was gone. I drank some of the water. I ate a yogurt, and had settled in, an HBO movie on when my phone started blowing up.
I picked it up, hitting one of the alerts.
Childhood Sweethearts? Mystery Woman Identified!
Say It Isn’t So! Is Reeves Off The Market?
And another headline, this one with a bigger kick than the others.
Recent Trauma Brought Them Together?
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. I could repeat that forever and ever and ever and etcetera here because fuuuuuuuuck. Every single article had me tagged, and the last one brought up my car accident. I was skimming, but none of the others had the information about my dad and Gail.
I didn’t know if this could get back and affect Jared’s life, but I was hoping it wouldn’t.
Then my phone started ringing, and my stomach really did turn inside out. Jared’s name was flashing on the screen. Wow, that was quite the coincidence, him calling me at same time I’d just thought about him.
I hit accept and stood, already instantly nervous. “Hi.”
He was quiet on the other end, just a second. “You kidding? That’s the first thing you have to say to me?”
“Jared…”
“Mom and Dad died a week ago, and nothing. Apollo’s mom and dad told me that they’re adopting me today. Where are you? You don’t want me?”
Oh.
God.
I collapsed down in a chair. “No, Jared. It’s not like that.”
“Then what is it like? Where the fuck are you?”
“This isn’t because of the news?”
“Yeah. I mean, that’s another thing. You hanging with Stone Reeves? I thought you were like mortal enemies and what? Now you’re fucking?”
Shit. I frowned. “Is this how high schoolers speak now?”
“They are when their parents are dead and their only family has been absent every minute since they died. The funeral. Everything.”
My heart squeezed. There was ahold on it, crushing it inch by inch.
“Jared. I was in a car accident. I’ve been in a coma.” Had no one told him? I should’ve told him. I should’ve figured it out.
Silence. Again. And I didn’t know how he was reacting, but I was painfully aware the other people we both loved had also been in a car accident.
His voice was strained, “You okay?”
“I…” This was hard. I was swallowing tears almost as fast as they were slipping down my face. “I got the news and got in my car, and a moving truck totaled me. I backed out in front of them.”