Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“I’m pregnant, Walker. I’m not disabled. I’m fine. I’ll see you guys in less than two hours.”
“Hanna,” I bite out.
“I gotta go. I’m about to get on the train. Love you.” She hangs up before I say anything more, and I let out a frustrated breath.
I swear, since we found out she’s pregnant, she’s gotten even more stubborn. And normally, I think it’s cute when she digs her heels in, but it’s times like this when it’s annoying as fuck.
“What’s going on?” Otto asks, and I glance over my shoulder to where he’s lounging on the couch with Ham. The two of them came in yesterday and are staying for a few days so we can finish up our business plan for the bank in Florida that we’re getting our loan from.
“I gotta head out.” I start across the living room while sending out a request for a car to come pick me up. “Hanna is going to her old place to pick up a box from Mrs. Lewis’s niece.”
“She needs help with it?” Otto asks sounding confused.
“No she’s pregnant and shouldn’t be hauling shit around,” Ham tells him, never failing to make me proud to be his best friend.
“Oh yeah, right,” Otto mutters, and I shake my head. Thankfully Gigi didn’t end up pregnant from their time together. Something even Otto was relieved about, according to Ham.
“We’ll roll with you.” Ham stands. “They have a Jamaican food restaurant over there. Hanna would probably love it, we can pick up dinner before we head back this way.”
“Sounds good. I just need to get dressed.” I finish sending for a car as I walk into the bedroom. After changing out of my shorts for a pair of sweats, and putting on my sneakers. I grab a hoodie from the closet and my wallet, then meet the guys in the living room.
When we get outside, I lock up behind us as the car I ordered arrives, and I ask the driver to take us to Paddington Station. With any luck, I’ll be able to intercept Hanna by the time she gets off the train. And yeah, I know I’m being ridiculous and overprotective, but it’s not only about her going up and down a staircase, hauling shit with her. I don’t like the idea of her going back into that house at all, let alone by herself. It took me moving her out of there and separating her from the negative memories to get her back to her old self. And now, she’s pregnant, so I don’t want her upset for any reason.
“We should have taken the fucking train.” My jaw clenches when traffic slows to almost a standstill.
“There was an accident,” the driver says, glancing back at me through the rearview mirror.
“Is there another route we can take?” Ham asks him.
“No, the side roads are just as bad this time of the evening.”
“Great,” I mutter, having no choice but to sit and wait.
Dialing Hanna’s number, I listen to it ring until it goes to voicemail.
“Call me back baby.” I hang up and let out a silent curse.
As the cab pulls up in front of Hanna’s old apartment, I pay the driver, then get out, slamming the door. I’ve called her a dozen or more times since we got in the cab, but every fucking time my calls continue to go to voicemail. I don’t know if she’s ignoring me or if she’s still got her phone on silent. Either way, she and I will be having a conversation as soon as I lay eyes on her and can see for myself she’s all right and that this feeling in my gut is nothing but my own fear.
Walking up to the front steps with Ham and Otto on my heels, I notice it’s dark inside the house. The light you can normally see shining through the smoked glass on either side of the door is completely extinguished. And that unease in my gut grows, and adrenalin begins to flood my system.
I press the bell for all three floors and wait, looking back at Ham and Otto when I don’t hear or see anything.
“Are you sure she was meeting her here?” Otto asks, I nod, then press the bells again.
Nothing. If she’s not here, where the fuck is she?
“I just saw someone look out the window on the top floor,” Otto tells me, and I walk down to where he’s standing.
“Which one?”
“The top right.” He points up to one of the upper windows. The lights are on, and the blinds are open, but I don’t see anyone.
“I don’t like this,” Ham mutter and my chest gets tight.
“Do either of you know how to jimmy open a lock?” Otto asks.
“No.” I go back up the steps and ring the bell again. If whoever is here isn’t going to answer the door, then I’m going to break it fucking down.