Page 29 of Her Kensington
“Why the fuckdid you need me for this?” I ask Rachael as I stare at the computer she apparently can’t get to work.
“I just thought you’d know how to sort it,” she says innocently, but I can see right through it.
“I’m done with this bullshit. Call IT or something.”
“Yes, boss,” she mutters, pissing me off more than she already has. I’m done with this. I want to get back home to spend the night with Summer.
I can hear my phone ringing as I walk towards my car. Pulling it from the charger the second I’m inside, I see Danni’s name on the screen but it rings off when I go to answer it.
“What the fuck?” I mutter when the screen shows over ten missed calls from her and a handful of texts.
Choosing to read one of the texts to find out what she wants before I call her back, I open my messages. My heart sinks.
Danni: The kids are here. Get back now!
“Fuck,” I shout, slamming my palm down on the steering wheel as I back out of my space.
My drive home is a blur of panic and regret. Does she know? Why the fuck did I keep them a secret? Fuck, I knew this was all going to blow up in my face, yet I still lied to her. She was panicking about moving here and her life changing, and the second she mentioned something about kids, I just did what I thought was right to calm her down. Fuck.
Slamming the car door behind me, I run towards the house. I shove my key in the lock but nothing happens. She’s locked it from the inside. My shouting and hammering on the door must alert Danni to the fact I’ve arrived and she comes running from her flat.
“She won’t answer.”
“What happened?”
“Rebecca failed to pick them up from camp so they got themselves here. Summer answered the door.”
“Fuck,” I shout, running my hands through my hair for the millionth time in the last twenty minutes. “What the fuck do I do now?” Danni raises an eyebrow at me as if to sayI told you this was all a bad idea. “Shut up, just shut up.”
Leaving her to head around the back of the house, I thankfully find the back door unlocked. As I run through the rooms down here, I have an aching feeling in my gut that I’m not going to find her. Taking the stairs two at a time, the first thing I see when I get to the top is Cassie’s bedroom door wide open with the keys hanging from the lock. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“She here?”
“No, she’s not fucking here.” My panic stops my brain from firing properly as I stand in the middle of my kitchen, not knowing which way to turn.
All this is my fucking fault. I was trying to protect everyone. I wanted to ease them all into this new chapter in our lives but all I’ve managed to do is royally fuck up.
“Harrison, just calm down for a few minutes and think. Where might she have gone?”
“I’ve got no fucking clue,” I bark at my sister. “She hasn’t been here long enough to have anywhere to go.” Just looking at Danni’s calm face pisses me off. I appreciate her rational thinking, but I also want her to be as pissed as I am right now.
“Sit down, for fuck’s sake,” Danni complains and my body does as instructed, although my brain doesn’t register the movement until I find a tumbler of whiskey sitting in front of me as she instructs me to drink it.
“Let’s think logically. She has nowhere to go so…she’ll be at a hotel?”
“Ah, that solves it. Thank you so much, what would I do without you?” I snap.
“I don’t have to be here helping right now. I told you it was a dick move in the first place. I should be standing here saying I told you so and allowing you to fix your own shit.”
“All right, I’m sorry. There’re thousands of hotels, where do we even start?”
