Page 102 of His to Protect

I couldn’t freaking wait.

“Yeah.” I sighed and my gaze softened when his eyes went glassy. “I can’t wait to see you tonight.”

All that muscle dressed up in a suit. I hadn’t yet seen him wear one. My thighs tightened at the thought…but I was thinking more about taking it off him later.

My phone began vibrating against me in my back pocket and made me jump out of his hold.

“I love you, Trina. More than I ever thought possible.”

“Love you, too,” I whispered, reaching into my back pocket for my phone while he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine.

Had the phone not vibrated in my hand, I might have forgotten I was getting a phone call.

Declan’s kisses still did it to me. They made me forget there was a world outside of just us.

“Hello?” I said as soon as I answered the phone. I was already so turned-on by the brief kiss from Declan that I hadn’t looked at my caller ID.

“Trina? Oh my God, Trina. I need your help. I need Aidan’s phone number.”

My heart immediately dropped to my toes when I heard Chelsea’s panicked voice coming through the phone.

“Chelsea? What is it?”

“I can’t. Oh my God. Trina. Aidan. Can you call him? Or Declan? It’s Derrick.”

She sobbed into the phone.

“Chelsea. Take a deep breath.” I looked at Declan and his brow was furrowed, tension already tightening his shoulders. “Tell me what’s going on.”

“It’s Derrick!” she cried, and I watched Declan’s head snap back. He’d heard her. “I’ve called the ambulance. But there’s been an accident. I need Aidan!”

“Oh my God,” I whispered and my eyes went wide at Declan’s expression. “Call Aidan, honey. He needs to get to—”

“Detroit General,” Chelsea supplied. “Oh shit, Trina. This is bad. It’s so bad.”

I already felt tears welling in my eyes. Not Derrick. “He’ll be okay, Chelsea. Tell me what happened.”

“Skateboarding accident. Right outside my house. I’m here with him. But Trina…I can’t. It’s so bad. I’m so scared.”

I tried to calm her with soothing tones as her words rambled on. I barely felt Declan’s hand on mine as he ushered me out of the kitchen and into his office. I saw his mouth moving as he spoke into the phone, but didn’t hear the words he said. I only hoped, as Chelsea described what she’d heard and what’d she seen, that Declan was talking to Aidan.

It sounded bad, and tears rolled down my cheeks.

He snapped the phone closed and looked directly at me.

“He’ll meet us there. As we were on the phone, he got a call from Shane’s mom, too.”

“Chelsea?” I said, trying to talk over her cries and her murmured words of comfort to Derrick’s friend, who was with her. “We’ve gotten a hold of Aidan. We’ll meet you at the hospital.”

As I spoke, I heard sirens through the phone.

“Okay. Okay, Trina. Thank you.”

“Take care of yourself, Chelsea.”

Another sob came through the phone. Voices echoed in the background.

“I have to go, Trina. They’re here.”

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