Page 63 of Every Single Vow
“You coming?” Ryder asks.
“Yeah. Let me check with Kota.”
Ryder just shakes his head before leaving the office while Maddox chuckles. “You got it as bad as I do.”
Pushing to my feet, I shoot him a look. “Think so?”
He slaps a hand on my shoulder. “Coop, you ain’t fooling nobody. Especially me.”
My laugh echoes in the barn as we walk through the alleyway. My boots hit the gravel when my phone rings.
I frown, swiping the screen. “This is Cooper.”
“Cooper, it’s Jefferson.”
I freeze at the sound of the familiar officer’s voice. “What happened?”
“There’s been an accident.”
The sliding doors to the ER part as I storm through the opening. Maddox barley got the truck stopped before I was climbing out and hauling ass inside the building.
The first person I see is Jefferson. He’s Ivy’s age, but I knew him well.
“Where is she?” My throat feels tight and my skin taunt.
He holds up his palms. “She’s ok. No one was seriously injured.”
I stop right in front of him, peering down into his eyes. “Jefferson. I’m only gonna ask you one more time. Where is mywife?”
He swallows, taking a step back. “Follow me.” He turns on his heels. “But you need to calm the fuck down, Coop. You’ll scare them.”
Them. Shit, Ari.
He leads me back to a room with a few curtains separating beds along the back wall. He motions to the one on the far right.
“She’s right here.”
It seems like it takes an eternity to cross the room. My hand grips the white curtain, and I slowly slide it back, revealing my entire world sitting cross legged on a hospital bed, talking to an officer. A bandage is placed over her temple, and her hair is piled up on top of her head.
Blue eyes meet mine and she immediately jumps from the bed. Relief sweeps through me the second her body is against mine.
She’s ok. Alive.
“I’m here,” I whisper into her hair.
She sniffs, her arms winding around my neck.
“Is Ari ok?” I ask, kissing her hair.
“She’s ok. The nurse took her down to get a snack in the cafeteria.”
She pulls back to look at me. “It could have been so much worse.”
“What happened?” I ask, running my finger over the skin by her bandage.
“Mrs. Mayson. I hate to interrupt, but I need to finish getting your statement. It’s usually best when the incident is fresh.” The female officer gives a gentle smile.
Incident?
