Page 7 of Wreckage of Me
“No worries,” he waves it off and jerks his chin at the cup of coffee he’s still holding for me. “I hope I got it right?”
With shaky fingers, I reach out and grab the coffee out of his hand. It feels hot against my clammy hands, but it’s just what I need. I am so out of it this morning, I don’t know what’s what anymore. I can’t believe it’s been twenty-four hours now since Dylan got arrested. I still haven’t been able to talk to anyone about it, and I’m pretty sure I’m closer than ever to losing my mind.
“I got a hold of our attorney,” Blake decides to share with me just as I’m about to take my first sip of coffee.
“Jesus, shouldn’t you have started with that, Blake? What is wrong with you?”
The asshole has the nerve to laugh at me. “I don’t think anyone’s ever called me Blake since I was in high school.”
“What do they call you?” I shake my head in confusion.
“Just Sully,” he shrugs, almost bashfully so.
“I’d love to hear more about that,Sully,” I make sure to emphasize his last name. “But I need to know what the attorney said. We’ll chit chat about your name later,” I promise, and I have to admit that I do sound patronizing even to my own ears. I hate this version of me, but these people have got on my nerves.
“Ah, a little touchy this morning I see,” Sully decides that it’s a good time to tease me.
“Wouldn’t yoube a littletouchy if someone you spent the night with got arrested for something you knew for certain hedid not do?” I am almost screaming in his face by the time I’m done getting it all off my chest.
Sully brings his own cup of coffee to his lips, clearing his throat right before he goes for that first sip. That reminds me that I didn’t get to drink out of my own cup. Damn these people and their ability to talk to me in circles for the last twenty-four hours.
“Just tell me what the attorney said.” I sound positively disgusted at this point.
“Yes, ma’am.” He sure knows how to spike my blood pressure. “He’ll meet with us at the precinct so that they can take your statement.”
“Oh my god, are you serious?” I put the paper cup on the side table by the couch, and I swear I’m about to launch myself into his arms to give him a hug.
“Take it easy there, woman,” Sully puts a hand out to stop me.
“Thank you so much, Blake!” I stop right in front of him, so happy to finally make some headway in this fucked up situation. “This should get Dylan out of there by the end of the day. I’m so happy!”
Oblivious to him falling quiet, I fly around the suite we all landed in last night, courtesy of Emily’s father, making sure that I got everything packed and ready to go. Mr. Stewart also got us tickets on an earlier flight, and he was very adamant when he told us that he expected us to be home in Montana before nightfall today.
“Where are Puck and Emily?” I finally remember that I haven’t seen them since I got up this morning. “Are they coming with us?”
“They’ll meet us at the airport,” Sully waves me off. “This it?” he points at my small carry-on bag.
“Yeah, that’s it,” I confirm to him. We were supposed to be here for a few days of fun in the heart of Dallas. How in the world I ended up having to testify for the man I’ve been having sex with is a giant mystery.
We walk out of the suite, then to the elevators, and, after a short trip down, we’re finally sitting in Sully’s big truck, ready to drive over to the police station.
“When do you think they’ll release Dylan?” I start questioning Sully as soon as we’re on the expressway. “I want to see him before I leave for Montana, make sure he’s okay.”
“Why?”
Sully’s simple question throws me off. Actually, on second thought, it completely kills the happy vibe I’m sporting now that I see the end to this mess in sight.
“Why what?” I throw back at him.
“Why do you want to see him? And why do you want to help him this badly?”
“Shouldn’t I care about another human being?” I turn sideways in the truck and slap a hand over my chest. “Especially when I know I can help their unfortunate situation?”
“Huh,” is all Sully says, eyes focused on the road ahead of us. “Interesting.”
“What’s interesting?” I press. Sometimes I get this weird feeling that he can see right through my words and get to the core of it all. I care about Dylan a lot more than I care to admit to anyone, least of all to Blake Sully.
“I hope you didn’t catch any feelings, darlin’,” Sully shocks the hell out of me with his quiet statement. “Wrecker is in no position to be in a relationship.”
