Page 74 of Waiting For A Girl Like You
With her eyes narrowing into slits, she tried to mimic Simone’s expression when she thought someone wasn’t telling the truth. “You’re lying.”
“Shit, this scan finished thirty minutes ago,” Rowan mumbled, his fingers flying deftly over the keyboard. “Did you text Liam?”
“Like a bazillion times, but he hasn’t responded.”
“He’ll answer.”
“But he hasn’t.”
Rowan rolled his eyes. “Probably because they had to go to the hospital. You know how shitty the cell service is there.”
“That’s a crap excuse.” She slouched in her chair with her arms crossed. “I could’ve taken him.”
“You’re a target. He’s injured. If something went down, he’d throw himself at it even if he’s half-functioning.”
“I’m texting him again.” She sent another message and waited while her foot tapped rapidly on the hardwood. Five minutes in, Rowan’s left eye started to twitch.
“That is super fucking annoying. Don’t you have something to do? Elsewhere? On the other side of the house?”
“I just need to know he’s okay.”
That last line cracked something in her voice. Getting over what happened at Emmett’s cottage would take time, and not having him near made her feel as if she were choking on thewhat-ifs. What if they came after Liam again? What if this was another ambush?
“Hey. Look at me.” Rowan turned his laptop toward her. A map glowed on the screen, two tiny dots moving along a road. “That’s the road from Samuel’s place. That’s Liam. And Izzy.”
Phone in hand, she texted Liam again. This time, putting a little less crazy in her language. “Thanks, Rowan.” Hitting send, she set the phone down. “I didn’t mean to go all psycho there.”
“You’re pretty psycho all the time, but good for you on becoming self-aware.” He spun the laptop back around with a smirk. “And it looks like he’s almost here.”
Her phone rang, and she snatched the phone back up. “Are you okay?”
Liam’s laugh rumbled through the speaker. “I missed you too.”
“What’s taking so long?”
“I had to talk to Holden.”
“About what?”
“We were discussing next weekend.”
His tone suggested that whatever he and Holden had talked about was a not-on-the-phone topic, and she let it go.
“Are you sure we should be doing this?” she asked. “With Madison still out there and Claudia MIA.”
“We’ll talk when I get there. We’re pulling onto the drive now.”
She hung up, the adrenaline still buzzing in her limbs.
“Feel better?” Rowan asked, watching her.
“Yes.” Her hands shook, a sign of the adrenaline attempting to even out. It happened so much these days that she hardly noticed anymore. “I’m just on edge.”
“We all are.” Rowan rose and shut the media room door. “Can I ask you something?”
Frowning over how he suddenly seemed nervous, Jamison’s eyes slid between Rowan and the closed door. “Uh, yeah?”
“It’s kind of personal.”
