Page 70 of Hot Puck
Crystal’s words confirm my thoughts. Candace is teething again. I make a mental note to check our supply of gel and pain reliever.
“Come on. I need a drink.” Wine would be good, but I’ll stick with water in case I need to drive once I find out the situation. “Do you know if your brother planned anything for dinner?”
“No. We just got home.”
Entering the kitchen, I check my phone. The screen is dark, and the damn thing is quieter than a church mouse. I don’t like not knowing what’s happening. I’m not used to letting others take control of difficult situations. It’s usually me who takes care of things, fixes what needs to be fixed.
Except I’m here, watching the girls. Trusting Chase to find out what’s happening.
It’s a strange sensation. I’ve only ever put my faith in Eli, Oakley, Blake, and Cami. Eli more than the girls, but only because he’s been in my life longer. It’s why he was the first person I thought of to take charge—with Chase’s approval—of Limitless.
And just this morning Eli reminded me we still haven’t found anyone to take over some of our tasks within Rogue sportswear and the Rogues’ org. And right now, with this latest Rogues’ issue and the work that waits for me, I’m feeling the stretch of too many roles more than ever.
I really need to stop finding fault with every candidate Trevor presents us with.
“Can we have some figs, are they ripe yet?” Cassidy asks, a fig in her hand.
“They should be. What do you want with them? Yogurt? Cream? Melted chocolate?”
The sound of the front door opening, followed by several beeps from the alarm, has us all turning around. And when Chase ushers Whitney into the kitchen I take the first deep breath I have since the message from Amos popped up on my screen.
Except no one follows them. I turn to Chase, an eyebrow raised in question. He tips his head toward the butler’s pantry, and when I nod, he heads that way.
Grabbing three glasses from the cupboard I shove them, one after the other under the cold-water dispenser in the fridge door then place them on the counter. “Here. I need to talk to your brother, can you get yourselves something to eat while I do?”
The twins eye me like I’m stupid and I laugh.
“Of course you can. Why don’t you decide what to have for dinner while you snack?”
“Take out?” Crystal asks, as she comes around to open the cupboard where we keep the chocolate.
“Probably the best option tonight.”
She grins at me, and I turn to go only to swing back again. “And if Candace wakes, can one of you go up and get her if I’m not back, please.”
“Sure.” Cassidy is already busy cutting up the figs.
“Thanks.”
Leaving them to organize their snack, I head in the direction Chase went only to find the butler’s pantry empty. But the door at the other end is open which only ramps up my concern.
Whatever he has to tell me can’t be good. He’s obviously taking no chances on the twins or Whit overhearing it.
Stepping into the wine cellar, I don’t wait for the door to close or my eyes to adjust to the dimness before demanding, “Tell me.”
“A reporter tried to grab Whit. Cami defended her by getting between them and throwing her laptop at him. Unfortunately, she lost her footing and tumbled down the stairs.”
“Is she okay?”
“Yes. I think so. Bruised, mad as hell, but from what I could tell, and no, I didn’t ask, she hasn’t broken anything. Bex is staying with her while she talks to the detectives, then he’ll bring her here.”
“Okay.” I let out a breath, the tension in my shoulders easing, Cami can’t be hurt too badly if they’re not taking her to the hospital. “We should organize dinner. Something they can take with them if they don’t want to eat here.”
Chase grins at me. “I told Bex we would. Did you call Oakley and Blake? Cami’s parents?”
“I’ll message the girls, call Fenton. I expect to see them all here if Bex brings Cami and they stay for dinner.”
“He has to for her car. I drove it here.”
