Page 64 of Keep Me Never
She baked for me, and I just let her go, watched her walk right out the door. Sure, I didn’tknowshe baked until after she left but still. That had to mean something. It had to. But maybe it didn’t.
I’m full-on pacing now, wearing down the grass along the side of her building like a stalker. I tug on the ends of my hair, telling myself to chill.
But it’s nearly nine thirty, and he said she’d be back by eight, so where the fuck are they?
An image flashes before my eyes—him leading her into some fancy downtown condo—and literal vomit rises in my throat.
Shit.
Oh god.
Oh fuck.
I freeze in place, cold, hard determination flowing through me and allowing me to think clearly for the first time in the last few hours.
No.
Notoh fuck.
Ohfuck no.
Yanking my phone out, I damn near jog across the yard, hitting Call on Cameron’s name.
She answers on the first ring. “Hey, Chaser, how’d it go?”
“Give me the address, Cam.”
“The what?” I hear some shuffling around. “Chase, where are you?”
“I know you have her location like I know Brady has mine. Give me the address. Please.”
“I’m putting you on speaker to look but you’re freaking me out. What’s wrong? Did she text for an escape?”
“No.” I grind my teeth, feet carrying me faster. “She did not.”
“Well then, what’s wrong?—”
“I need to go and get her, Cameron.”
“But…ohh. Shit. Um…okay. Wait.”
“What, what is it?”
“She’s… Wait, you’re at her dorm?”
I look back at it. “I might have been waiting.”
Thanks, Brady. Shithead.
“Chase, it looks like she’s in her room.”
I jerk to a stop, whipping around to glare at Paige’s building. “What?”
“It says she’s been there for twenty minutes. Should I call her?”
“Do not call her.” I’ve already spun around, stalking my ass back to the building. “I’m hanging up.”
Shoving my phone in my pocket, I jog the last few steps, prepared to bang on the door, but someone steps out, allowing me through. I slip past the RA, ignoring her shouting as I cut into the stairwell and take the stairs two at a time to Paige’s floor.
