“Come on, Bear. Like girls never pick shitty dudes? Welcome to the real world.”
I didn’t like King, but it was hard to separate not liking him as a person and not liking him because he had June. Was he dangerous? Was June in trouble?
“I don’t want her to get hurt and I think she’d actually listen to you,” Elijah confided. “Can you talk to her?”
I didn’t think she was in any immediate danger. June was surrounded by her friends, or I would’ve left for Austin already, but we had to talk. At the very least, I needed to hear that Elijah was wrong.
If I couldn’t get my confirmation…I had a full tank of gas. Enough to get to Austin.
me
hey
i have to talk to you
killer june
no problem can i call tomorrow
me
no
tonight
elijah told me some stuff about king we need to talk for real
If I didn’t hearfrom June by six o’clock, I’d drive to Austin. Three hours to drive there, time to handle whatever needed to be handled, then bring her back to Houston.
Up on a ladder in the Colo, I checked my watch. Quarter to four.
We had almost the entire team for the shift, music playing, boxes of pizza down below, courtesy of Cleo taking care of us from an entirely different city—we were working hard on fixing some lighting structures. Not that it helped the anxiety making my stomach roll.
I checked my watch.
Still a quarter to four.
Fuck.
One of the phones below started ringing. We had a charging block with a dozen devices connected to it. “Montoya?” I yelled. “Is that?—?”
“It’s your phone.” He bent over. “Uh, it’s June!”
With new speed, I hurried down the ladder, barely grazing the steps before I jumped to the ground, ignoring the snickers from my teammates.
“Hey, June,” I said, striding to the locker room. “Give me a second, I’m with the team?—”
“Do you guys hear how deep his voice got?” Nick said. “James Earl Jones over there.”
“Hey, June,” another teammate drawled.
Charlie laughed. “Heyyyy, June.”
I threw up my middle finger while the guys laughed behind me.
June exhaled over the line. “So you know.”
Oh, fuck.