“I’ll be right over,” he told the sheriff. “Directions?”
“I’ll text it to your phone.” Sheriff Colson hung up, and Brian turned to face Cait’s family who had gathered around him.
“What happened to Cait?”
“Is she hurt? Where is she?”
“She was in a car accident,” Brian said. “She’s in stable condition at the Sierra Nevada Memorial Hospital. I don’t know more. I’m heading over there.”
“We’re coming with you,” Cait’s parents said, and her entire entourage agreed. They ran around gathering coats, jackets and purses like frantic Black Friday shoppers and herded themselves toward the front door.
“We’ll go together in the van,” Larry announced. Since he got engaged to Jenna, he went and bought himself a twelve-passenger van. “Brian, drive me home so I can get the van.”
“Actually, I have to go now. Can’t wait.” Brian exited the house, leaving the Hart gang behind. They were already glaring at him, and all of them would blame him for Cait’s accident. The last thing he wanted to do was sit inside a van with them while they peppered him with questions and accusations.
“Brian.” Connor came out after him. “You’re in no condition to drive. Wait for Larry and the van.”
“I can’t. The sheriff wants to talk to me.” Brian spoke in a low voice. “He says he has questions.”
“Questions?” Connor’s brows turned down. “Is there something wrong?”
Brian shrugged. He didn’t want to speculate. Usually, when authority figures had questions, it meant he was in some sort of trouble. Maybe they already caught onto his messages to Glen. Cait had warned him to delete his Twitter account, and he hadn’t done it yet. Or the dogs had run away and news had gotten around to Senator Thornton that he and Cait had kept them instead of turning them in.
“I have to go.” Brian turned toward Cait’s Toyota. “My wife is hurt, and I need to take care of her.”
