Page 126 of The Proposal
I sigh.What the fuck is going on? Why is she going to Vegas? “She’s okay, right? It’s just her hand?”
“Physically, she’s fine.”
My heart breaks. “Can I talk to her?”
“She’s with the doc. I think she talked to Brock and Ella on the way here and then turned it off.”
“I’ll come to the airport and fly out with her.”
He groans. “Look, I’m no relationship expert. But experience tells me she probably needs to process tonight.”
This is not what I want to hear. I want him to tell me to hurry. That they’ll wait. That she wants to see me, and I need to hustle to the airport.But no.
Fuck. Fuck my fucking father. Fuck the fucking Royals.
Just … fuck.
“Will you stay with her?” I ask. “Don’t let her out of your sight.”
“Got it.”
“And thanks, Foxx, for taking care of her.”When I didn’t.
I should’ve left with her. I should’ve cared for her and said to hell with my dad. But if I had done that, God knows what Ripley would’ve done. I had to stand up for my wife.
Let Dad know hell is coming his way.
I’ve known he’s an asshole for years, but this …I cannot get over this.
My jaw pulses at the thought.
I can’t deny I was glad to see Mom put the bastard in his place. My stomach clenches.What if Dad had hit Blakely or Mom?
Thank God Ripley was there.
“It’s no problem,” Foxx says. “My phone will be on if you need anything or want to check on her. I think the doc is giving her a little pain medicine so she might be drowsy afterward.”
I nod. “Okay. I have some things to do tomorrow, but I’ll check in.”
“You got it. Talk later.”
“Goodbye.”
I fly up my street and slide into my driveway. Tate’s car sits off to the side. I’m happy to see Tate at my house for the first time ever.
The garage door lifts, and I pull in. But before I get out, I take out my phone.
Me: I’m worried about you. I know you want space, and I understand. I can’t imagine how you feel, and it kills me that I don’t know. I’m trying to balance honoring your wishes and following my heart. I need to hold you. Please, call me.
* * *
Blakely
“I’m so tired,” I say, shuffling inside the suite.
Foxx carries my bag and the llama behind me. “Where do you want these?”
“I’ll get them.”
