Page 68 of Hot Puck
The thought of letting her deal with her ex by herself has my chest tightening. I know she’s capable, but it doesn’t sit right letting her. Everything in me wants to help her, protect her.
It seems Casio isn’t the only one with a thing for a woman he shouldn’t.
Nat
Climbing into the backseat of my ride share, I lean back and breathe a sigh of relief. My plane out of Atlanta was delayed and after spending most of the morning dealing with the latest Johnathon debacle, I’m more than happy to be home.
They say home is where the heart is, and I have to agree. My heart is definitely here. And I don’t mean Baton Rouge. I mean the Hawkins siblings. I smile and close my eyes. I can’t wait to see them.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I debate ignoring it. Except I can’t. It’s been in flight mode for the last couple of hours and there’s bound to be something—or someone—needing my attention.
When I tap the screen and see the message, I jolt upright, the seatbelt digging into my shoulder.
Amos Powell
Cami and Whitney Higgison accosted by a reporter at school
Amos’s text is light on details but the fact he’s messaged at all tells me he thinks the situation is serious. He has no reason to contact me otherwise.
I’ve barely left the airport pickup zone. I still have to drive all the way across town. Unlocking my phone, I pull up Chase’s contact and hit call.
It rings three times and when it connects, I don’t wait for him to speak before talking. “Are the twins home from school?”
“Yeah, they just got here, they’re telling me something happened to Whit—” I can hear the girls talking in the background. “And Cami?”
“Can you leave them at home with Candace? I just left the airport, and I don’t know if anyone is with them.”
“With Whit and Cami? The twins said Bex is supposed to pick Whit up today.”
“I know. And Beckett is probably on his way from training but can you?—.”
“I can run down there. I left training early because Candace was fussy. She’s asleep now. If you come straight home, I can go to the school now and see what’s going on.”
“Yes. Do that. But tell the girls to stay inside, not to open the door for anyone. And arm the security system before you leave.” Fear is tightening my chest, making it hard to draw breath.
“Hang on a sec…” There’s some noise, a few muffled words, a loud thump, then a couple of clicks and Chase is back. “You’re on Bluetooth. The girls are safely locked inside and I’m heading down the street now. Do you have any idea what’s going on?”
“No. Just that there was an incident at the school, something about a reporter accosting Whitney and Cami.”
“Shi-oot!” His breathing grows sharper, faster.
“Are you running?”
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you take your car?”
“No. Time,” he pants.
“I’m about five minutes from home now.” I want to lean forward and tell the driver to hurry up but he’s already pushing the speed limit.
“On, school, street.”
“Don’t hurt yourself getting there,” I warn. The last thing I need—or want—is Chase sustaining an injury.
“All. Good.”
“Can you?—”
