Page 159 of Love Undiscovered
Kat pushes me back down in my chair. “We aren't going anywhere, except to a hospital.”
“I don't need a hospital,” I say. “We need to go. We need to call the police and let them know that Helen took Chance.”
“Bauer is the police,” Kat says.
“Why are you being so stubborn?” I cry. “We need to help him. I can't lose him.”
Kat just looks at me.
“I think I love him,” I whisper.
“Okay, that's all I needed to hear,” Kat says. “Lex, call 9-1-1. And, Remi, let's get you cleaned up and we'll go after your guy.”
“The lines are busy,” Lexie says a moment later.
“It’s the fire,” Kat says. “Try calling from the hotel landline.”
She does, but with the same results. “I hate to be the voice of reason, but if we can’t get through to 9-1-1, how exactly are we going to save Bauer?” Lexie asks.
“We need a plan,” Kat says. “We'll think of one while we're bandaging Remi up, grab the first aid kit from the bathroom, Lexie. Then keep trying to call.”
Kat makes me drink two mini-bar sized bottles of tequila as I wait for her to clean my cuts, dab them in ointment, and cover everything in bandages. All the while, trying to come up with a plan to rescue Bauer.
“Hey, Lexie, maybe it’s a better idea to call Alex and ask him what to do.” I hand her my phone. “His number is in my contacts.”
“I didn't think he was a cop,” Kat says.
“He's not. But he works for precincts. Maybe he'll know someone or something we can do.”
Kat finishes bandaging me up as Lexie disconnects her call.
“That was fast,” I say to Lexie.
“I know! That’s ‘cause it’s good news, Alex can trace the GPS on Bauer's phone and give us directions on how to find him.”
“Oh, thank God,” I say as I gingerly pull some yoga pants over my bandaged legs, then do the same with a long sleeve shirt over my arms. “How do we get the directions from Alex?”
“He’ll do his search and then call me back.” Lexie touches my shoulder lightly. “Are you sure you’re up for this?”
“I’m fine, Lex. For real. I just need to go. I can’t sit here not knowing if Chance is okay.”
“I get it,” she says.
“Okay, then,” I say. “Let’s go.” I toss Kat my car keys and tell her she’s driving, then gingerly make my way out the door and down the hall.
We reach the parking garage and exit on the floor where I'm fairly certain I parked my car. I just don’t remember exactly where, Kat keeps clicking the panic button on the key fob until we find it.
We get in, Kat starts the car and then begins to move her seat and adjust the mirrors.
“Kat, can we get a move on, please?” I ask.
She puts it in reverse and pushes down on the accelerator. The car moves at a very slow pace.
“Let’s go, Gramma,” I say.
“Remi, there’s something wrong with the car, it’s not moving right,” Kat says.
“Fuck.”
