Page 67 of Her Braun
Kay nodded and stepped into the bathroom, lightly closing the door behind her.
Gibson lifted the bag onto the bed and opened it to find the note sitting on top of his things.
Gibson smiled at the message. Taylor and everyone else at the wedding had eyes. He'd seen where they were heading, and Gibson didn't mind at all. He hoped that it wouldn't embarrass Kay when they got back to Center City. It helped that no one else at the wedding was from there, but he hoped that the doctor he'd crowded out of the elevator didn't make this into a thing.
Kay's phone rang again on the bedside table and Gibson frowned. Couldn't they just have a little more quiet?
Her phone rang the three times as he dug out his own change of clothing, but as he pulled a pair of socks out of his bag, his own cell phone rang just after Kay's had stopped.
Curious, Gibson dug his phone out of the pile of clothes he'd left on her floor and looked at the screen.
JAKE R
Jacob Rafferty.
Again?
He shook his head and answered the call, catching it right before it would have gone over to voicemail.
"Jake, hey. Sorry. I'm not in Center City, I-"
"Shit."
Gibson reacted to the curse, not because of the word, but from the frustration in the other man's voice.
"What's wrong?"
"Fuck, man. Do you know where Doctor Hata is?"
Gibson looked down at Kay's phone on the bedside table. "She's here with me."
"She's there with you? She's okay?"
Shit.
"Yeah, she's... Jake? What's going on?"
He heard the other man groan. "I dunno if I should tell you. Can you put her on the phone."
Gibson hissed in a breath. He wasn't sure he wanted to tell Jacob exactly where she was.
"Look, Gibson, just tell me."
"I'm here in Chicago for a friend's wedding," he raised a brow at that. He didn't know why he'd said it like he had to excuse it. "I bumped into Kay. We're both on the same flight back to Center City."
"What time is your flight?"
Gibson rattled off the information as he turned his head, so his ear was closer to the bathroom. He heard the way the spray of the shower change intensity.
"What's going on?"
"We got another call from her next-door neighbor. Her car tires have been slashed, man. The seats cut open."
The seats? "Did they break the windows?"
"Mmm no. The doors were open this morning which is what brought Mister Langston out to look. He saw the damage to the tires when he got to the sidewalk. He's pissed."
"I would be, too."
