Page 37 of Unspoken Confessions
But we couldn’t.
Reed had it under control. I had to believe that. Even without Austin and me, he had enough coverage. And even if Reed didn’t, he could always call his buddy Ford Priestley, who ran an off-the-books FBI division that we were technically part of in a strained way. Wasn’t sure I liked the whole thing, but the man hadn’t let Reed or the team down yet. So, I had no doubt that if Reed needed something, Mr. FBI would send a team right out.
It only made me realize that I hadn’t been gone that long but I still didn’t have a damn clue what had been going on. I didn’t like being out of it. I didn’t like this feeling that I was pretty much useless even though it was clear that I was needed here.
“Try not to look so lost,” Austin said but his tone suggested he was trying to be comforting. “I’m sure Jen and Nick’s publicist already have something ready for this type of situation. It’ll be alright.”
I sensed his need to pat me on the shoulder. Luckily, he got smart before that hand raised any more in the air. Then he sighed and I didn’t know what the hell to do with that. Why did he sound like he was a little hurt and kind of disappointed? Nope. Not going there. Because fuck him.
I grunted, done with being around him already today.
“I’m going back to sleep. I’ll let you know if I hear back about anything.”
“Thanks,” I said trying to be nice. He left out of the room without acknowledging me.
With a shake of my head, I forced myself to leave the office. Something uneasy sat in the pit of my stomach and I moved around the lower level checking all the doors and windows.
I wasn’t sure that I felt any better once that was done.
My eyes drifted up to the second floor.
Nick and Jen were still tucked away in that fucking room.
And guilt sat like a lead ball in my gut.
