Page 131 of Call the Shots
“I want a back rub,” she mumbled, wasted.
“You can have an hour of back rubs. Of course you get a back rub.”
“Promise?”
I jingled my keys for Fridge to see. With a nod to the line of ladies at the bar, I confirmed everything was good. “I’ll get you in comfy pajamas?—”
“Comfy pajamas?”
“The pink and yellow ones with the long sleeves.”
“I love those.”
“I know you love those,” I said quietly. “I’ll get you hydrated, and you’ll get all the back rubs. I promise.”
“I want to cuddle.”
My heart skipped a beat. “We can cuddle.”
“All night?”
“All night. I’ll be there in thirty?—”
“Bear?”
“Yeah?”
“My phone’s at two percent.”
I stalled by the photo booth. “Where are you?”
“I don’t know where I am.”
Six words sent a sliver of ice through my blood. The warm fuzziness disappeared until I could only feel the ice, creeping up my spine. I stared at the door. “Who’s with you?”
“I was hanging out with my friends, but I left for another drink…I don’t know these people.”
“June—you need to find out where you are.”
“I—I didn’t mean to get this drunk?—”
“No concha, June.” My words strained as panic wrapped a hand around my throat. “Ask anybody?—”
“Do you know where we are?” I could hear June ask. Muffled voices answered. “They don’t know, Bear?—”
“Ask a bouncer! Ask a bartender!” I debated telling her to turn on her location but what if that drained her battery? She had to be at one percent now. “June, find somebody!”
A new voice cut through, clipped and irritated. “You need to pick up your girlfriend. She’s trashed.”
“Tell me where she is, I’ll be there!”
“Are you in downtown Austin?”
“Just tell me where she is!”
“We’re at?—”
With a click, the call ended, and I redialed June without thinking. I listened with horror as it immediately went to voicemail.
