I shiver under Joaquin’s grip, and Abel grins. “Yeah, I’m spending the night with Taylor. I'll see you tomorrow, big guy.”
Wick turns to Abel. “Hey, I know y’all got together after the reception, but does this mean y’all are back on? Like,togethertogether?”
Abel bites his lip. “We, uh, realized that we love each other, but we were ignoring some important facts about one another. And now we’re committed to making sure that we, uh, both have what we need,” he says, popping his brow.
Hm. I wonder if what he needed was Oliver’s dick up his ass.I step away from Joaquin, salute the guys, and then make my way out to my truck.
I’m glad I'm working toward getting over whatever this thing is with Warwick. It’ll be nice to be treated well by a sweet guy who’ll straight up disrespect me in the bedroom.
My silver fox lives just outside of Bee Cave, so it's a little bit of a drive, but enough to help me settle my head. We talked beforehand, and it gets dark where he lives. The deal is, if we hit it off physically, which I think we will, I’ll stay the night. I knock on my dashboard, hoping for a walk of shame.
Frankly, if he's half as sexy as a dump truck, I'm going to let him in me because I really fucking need it tonight.
I’m about five minutes out from my date’s house when a call from an unknown number comes in. I let it go because I don't need somebody talking to me about my car’s expired warranty right before I get laid.
Thirty seconds later, the call repeats from the same number, and something about that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
I hit the Bluetooth, and Destry’s voice fills the cabin of my truck.
“Colt?”
The broken sound in her voice makes my heart speed up.
“Destry? Are you okay? Do I need to come pick you up?”
For a few seconds, there's only the sound of her crying. “Yes. I don't know where my phone is. I'm borrowing some lady’s phone.”
“Are you safe?”
“Yes, but…I almost used tonight.”
“Where are you?”
She hesitates, and I know it's not good. “I'm at Zilker.”
Shit. Zilker Park is a big, beautiful park in the middle of Austin with lots of green space to explore, and I know exactly where she's at. The unfortunate thing about such a big public space with so many private areas is that it's easy to pick up drugs if you know where to go.
“I’m about thirty minutes out. Can you hold on?”
She sniffs and lets out a big sigh. “Yes. I can.”
“Is there a meeting I can take you to tonight?” I ask as I make a right on 71 instead of a left.
“I think I need more than a meeting.”
“Have you called your sponsor?”
“Yes. She's out to dinner with her family, and I didn’t want to bother her.”
“You're not bothering her, Destry. I'm glad you called me. Do you want to stay on the line with me until I find you?”
“Yes,” she sniffs. “That would help.”
By the time I arrive, I have a lot more context. She had a boyfriend that I had no idea about. He’s also in recovery, and they had a big fight because he noticed she wasn’t going to meetings and had missed a couple of therapy visits while starting to hang with some of the people she used to use with.
She kicked him out and has been struggling ever since.
I’m so busy listening to her as I make my way to Zilker that I don’t remember to call my date until I pull up next to the benches where she's huddled up. I send him a quick text, and he gets back to me right away.
