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“Fuck this. Fine. I’m out of here.”
She thought she could get through to him. She thought she might get him to address his emotions like an emotionally mature man. But, in typical Greyson fashion, he ran away.
CHAPTER 27
“Merry Christmas, All I want is Forgiveness”
Greyson slammedhis truck door hard enough to rattle the windows. Breathing heavily, he glared out the windshield and cursed under his breath, then punched the steering wheel.“Fuck!”
He needed space. Away from Wren. He knew his intensity would suffocate what they’d built together.
Jamming his keys in the ignition, he hesitated, his gaze narrowing on the shoveled path to the guest cabins. He knew which was Drummond’s.
“This is exactly the shit you have to stop,” he grumbled, fighting the urge to further mark his territory, and starting the truck.
“Grey, you there?” His brother’s voice crackled from the radio.
Great. He was in no mood. Snatching up the radio, he snapped, “What’s up?”
“We’re heading to the hospital,” Logan said in a rush. “It’s Dad.”
His hand tightened on the receiver. “What happened?”
“I’m not sure. They had to resuscitate him.”
“What?”
“Grey...” The radio crackled, cutting out. “…doesn’t sound good. You should ...”
“Fuck!”He punched the radio. “Logan?”
There was a long silence and then the static cut out as his brother said, “Don’t bail on this one.”
Grief weighed like a boot on his chest. He gripped the wheel, his vision blurring down to a keyhole as he tried to breath. Hospital. He needed to get to the hospital.
“Greyson!”
Lost in unwanted thoughts, he barely noticed the truck door fling open.
“Soren called. You need to get to the hospital right away!” She grabbed his arm. “Grey?”
He recognized the look of terror on her face from years before. She needed him to be better, but right now, he needed her. For this.
“Grey, did you hear me? You have to leave. Now.”
He nodded but didn’t move. “Wren.” His mouth filled with the bitter taste of loss. The fear of losing her choked the words right out of him.
“Greyson, you have to drive!”
He looked at her. Realizing he might lose her and his father in the same day. “I can’t go through this again.”
Understanding dawned, and she lunged across the seat, hugging him tightly. “It’s okay.”
He grabbed onto her, refusing to let her go. “I’m sorry. For everything.” He’d never be less, but he could try to say more.He’d say anything if it made her stay. “Please, don’t leave me, Wren.”
“I’m not going anywhere. But you have to drive. Your brothers are waiting.”
His throat constricted. He couldn’t move.
