Page 23 of Unruly Defender
CHAPTER EIGHT
– GRACY –
Ican’t believe theasshole hung up on me.“Mothertrucker,” I grumble as I step into the lobby, making Travis’ head swing up.
“Well, good afternoon to you too.”Travis closes the book he was glancing through and strolls around the desk to stand in front of it.“Do I even dare ask why you’re growling?”
“Henley,” I sigh in frustration.
“Ah, sculpted abs hottie.What did he do?Flash you the goods without letting you touch it?”Travis chuckles but it stops when he sees me narrow my eyes.
“Oh, he flashed, and I touched alright.Hell, they were even mine for a mere hour or two before I realized he just used me to flash my name and statement at others,” I seethe and realize I’m losing a grip on myself.
I take a steady breath and try to calm down.
“I’m sure it was all a mix up or something.Maggie’s son would never be disrespectful,” Travis says and I guess I’m out of my depths here.
“I only know what I heard and saw when I was pulled into his mess, Travis.But I swear it all made sense.You know what?I’m going to pack a bag and take a few days off.I’m going to talk to Maggie and tell her that I’m going to need a few days off starting now, okay?”
“Okay, sweetie.You take care of you and if there’s anything I can help with or if you want to talk or just sit and drink wine, call me, okay?”
I nod absently and stomp to Maggie’s bungalow.I heard the words Yates threw at Rush.I know what Henley said to me, and how I felt, and how we connected so well together last night.And then we were together, and dammit, why is everything so freaking complicated?
Rush is an asshole taunting Henley, and I can’t imagine going through all of the stuff Henley is dealing with.Not to mention I heard Rush insinuate he killed Henley’s father.And then the things he said about my father.No, Spencer isn’t even my father.
I haven’t seen Spencer in nine months.Time is ticking.Spencer will have it all.It’s almost been nine months since my mother’s death.Shit.My mother’s will.When I left right after her funeral, we had an appointment set to go through my mother’s will.What if it has to do with the inheritance?Great, now I have more to add to the long list of things going on in my life.
Then add Henley’s crazy mess to it and it’s a full-blown roller coaster ride of insanity.One thing at a time.I need to clear my head and that’s exactly what I’m going to do; a few days of vacation time on my boat.
But I have to talk to Maggie about it first.I’m sure she’ll be fine with me taking a few days off, though.I use the key to open the door and my gut instantly knows something is wrong.I rush inside and glance around.I don’t see anyone but I hear faint barking coming from the patio.
Running outside, I notice Finn is jumping his front paw on Maggie’s shoulder who is lying on the ground.It seems as if she fell or, dammit.I grab my phone and call the emergency number while I drop down next to her.
Frantically I search for her pulse and at first I can’t find it, but when I check again I can feel a very faint heartbeat.When I’m sure help is on the way, I know I have to call Henley.It doesn’t matter if I’m angry at him, he needs to be here.
I tap my phone and wait for him to pick up but the call goes straight to voicemail.Shit.With the way our call ended, maybe his phone died, or maybe he’s ignoring me.Either way he still needs to know about Maggie.The sirens draw my attention away from my phone and I stash it back into my jeans.When I’m sure Maggie has the help she needs, I will think of a way to reach Henley.
