Page 20 of Bound By Fate
KATIE
“What’s the rush?”I asked Ensley as she opened the door and I walked in.
“Micah’s mom. We have to go. Thanks for watching her.”
I wanted to ask what was going on with Blaze, but Micah was already in the garage, and Ensley was running out the side door.
“Where’s Remy?” I asked just as Ensley made it to the door and was about to close it.
“Bed,” was all she said, and then she took off. Well, that wasn't any fun. When I got Remy time, I really wanted her awake.
Setting my purse on the counter, I stripped my socks and shoes off. My feet were killing me after a ten-hour shift. I wiggled my toes, getting the feeling back in them. I still had the phone with me, but no calls yet. Bristyl found an old charger for it to make sure it had juice. Each day that passed I began to worry more and more about what was going on at home.
I knew I shouldn’t, but I couldn’t help myself. They were still my brothers and sisters.
The front door flew open. I jumped, hand on my chest as the gasp I took in about choked me.
Dryerson was standing there, his eyes wild. It wasn’t a look I’d seen on him in a while, but I had seen it. When he pulled me out of that crematory…
“What’s goin’ on?” he asked, closing the door and then moving through the house.
“I’m not sure. Ensley said something about Blaze, and they took off.”
He filtered his fingers through his hair, then pulled on the ends. It was hot. The man definitely had that.
“Fuck,” he growled and pulled out his phone, tapping away. He held it up to his ear. “What the fuck is goin’ on?”
Dryerson was not a happy man as he listened to whoever he was talking to.
Then quick as a flash, his body relaxed and face began to lose its intensity.
“Yeah. Right. I’ll be here when you get home,” he responded, ending the call.
So, he was talking to Micah.
Dryerson reached up and did some weird thing with his neck that made it pop in like four places and then let out a groan. Moving to the fridge, he reached in and pulled out a bottle of beer.
When he still didn’t say anything, I did. “What’s going on? Is she okay?”
“Yeah. Tug’s out of town, and Blaze needed help with somethin’. They’ll be back in a little while.” He tore the cap off the bottle and tossed it onto the counter.
“That’s what all this hubbub is about? She’s not dying or something? And, dude, not cool leaving your cap on the counter for someone else to pick up.”
Dryerson let out a chuckle, deep and throaty. “Yeah. You can yell at Ensley later. Where’s bug?”
Letting out a long breath, I responded, “She’s in bed, and you can go ahead and leave. I’m sure you have better things to do than hang out while she sleeps.”
His grin was wicked as he brushed past me. “I can’t think of anything. So, what do you want to watch?” he asked, plopping down in the middle of the couch.
Yeah, this wasn’t happening. “Seriously, I can handle Remy all by myself. And why are you even here?”
“I’m here because Micah texted me and told me to get over here. I didn’t ask questions and just came.”
“And Ensley called me about coming over.” Either my sister and her mister got their wires crossed, or they were trying to get Dryerson and me alone together.
Lord save me from well-intentioned baby sisters. I didn’t need this. It was stressful enough being around this man, let alone being alone with him.
“Now we’re here.” Dryerson flipped the channel on the TV.
