Page 87 of Silver Sanctuary
“You are an idiot. Hawk might have a problem with it at first, but you are one of his best friends—he’d come around. The two of you aren’t giving him enough credit.”
“I don’t think…”
Stone’s words faded into the background as a text came in on his phone.
Cheese:
Please come get me.
Fuck. There was over an hour until the party was supposed to end. Was she okay? Had something happened?
“Everything okay?” Stone asked, stepping inside his office.
“Not sure. It’s Brie. She wants me to pick her up.”
“I thought the birthday thing wasn’t over for a while?”
“Exactly.”
Of course. You okay? It’s kinda early to be leaving.
Cheese:
Yeah. I just want to come home.
I’ll be there in five minutes. Stay inside until I get there.
“Gotta run, man. I’m sorry.”
“No, go. Your kid is more important than telling me over and over again what I already know.”
Nash raised an eyebrow in question.
“That I’m an idiot, and basically the best thing that’s ever happened in my life just walked out my door,” Stone admitted.
“Ahh… yup. Better come up with a good plan to get her back, Doc.”
“Don’t know if I can.”
“Well, you better figure it out fast. Mae doesn’t exactly strike me as someone who will sit around and wallow, waiting for you to figure out what’s right in front of your face.”
Nash didn’t wait for his response, walking out of the office before Stone could get up off the sofa. Something in his stomach was churning with worry. Fuck. Was that feeling what Lacy was always talking about when Embrie wasn’t with her? He felt so fucking unsettled. Something bad must havehappened for her to want to leave the party early. Nash just needed to know what he was dealing with.
Pulling up to the house five minutes later, rage slammed into him.
There were fucking tears streaming down her face. Fucking. Tears. This wasn’t a homesick thing, someone had made her cry, he knew it in his bones. Nash was getting really sick of seeing his girls cry.
She stood as soon as her eyes spotted the truck, but Nash was faster. He was out and hopping over the curb before she could make it off the porch. The keys were still in the cup holder, engine still on, but he didn’t care. He wanted to know who the fuck he was going to have to kill.
“What happened? Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” She sniffled as she wiped her face. “I’m fine.”
He knelt down on the pavement in front of her. “Don’t give me that. You promised you wouldn’t keep things from me, remember?” And that’s when he saw it. Her hair.
“Embrie! What happened to your hair?”
She’d had the most precious pigtails braided down her back when he’d dropped her off. Lacy had even put some fancy ribbon at the bottom of each braid that made Embrie look like a little princess. Nash had never understood the pull toward frilly pink things until he saw the joy in Embrie’s eyes at the girly touches.
