Chapter 15
Blakely
I guess I was thoroughly exhausted because when I wake, the sun is high in the sky. I think back on the freezer full of body parts, of David getting arrested, and remember the way I treated Jack.
Oh my God. I was such a bitch. I need to talk to him.
I throw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, then walk out to the kitchen where Suds and Lucky look up from their laptops.
“Where’s Jack?”
Both their eyes glance down and I get a terrible sinking feeling. “He left? I thought his flight was later today.”
The big blond Australian frowns and squirms in his chair. “He changed it. I don’t think he deals well with emotional fudge, luv.”
“He didn’t even say goodbye.” Tears well and I swallow back the knot in my throat.
Suds jumps up and pours me some coffee. “Why not call him?”
“Good idea. I, ah…” I check my pockets. Coming up empty, I dig through my purse, my bedroom, and even under the couch. “Have either of you guys seen my cell phone?”
They shake their heads, no.
“That’s weird.” I try to remember the last time I had it. I held it high to get a view of inside the freezer. While I puked next to Po, I remember placing it beside me on the steps. Maybe he has it?
“Can I use your phone?”
“Sure.” Suds hands his over and I try Jack and get no-answer but leave a message. “Hey Jack. It’s me, Blakely. Listen. I’m really sorry. Call me when you land, okay?”
I search the whole house and finally have to give up when it’s time for me to leave for the airport.
I notice neither one of them has luggage. “Aren’t you guys flying back today?”
Lucky shakes his head as he grabs my suitcase and throws it in the hatch of the SUV. “Nope. We’re driving to sunny Las Vegas. Slate called with some more work.”
“I’m sorry. You could’ve just let me take an Uber.”
“From here?” He does a three-sixty in the desert. “Don’t think so. We’re in the bleedin’ outback.”
When we get on the thruway I check the time on the dashboard. “Do you think Jack has landed by now?”
“Probably, why?” Suds glances into the rearview mirror.
“He’s still not picking up. I tried his email, too.” Tears begin to form and all of a sudden, it’s like Niagara Falls.
Oh shit. Once I get started, I can’t shut them down. I fucked up royally and am never going to see Jack again.
Suds pulls over and Lucky gets in the back seat with me. “Ah, fuck. Don’t cry, luv. You two birds will work it out.”
He holds me in his firm chest which should feel good but it only makes me sob harder because he doesn’t smell like Jack and doesn’t feel like Jack. How the hell am I ever going to get over the only man who made me feel alive?
I manage to wave goodbye when they drop me off and not sob while watching a movie on my laptop. However, once I get in the air, I’m at it again. The stewardess hands me a cold water while every passenger glances at me with pity which only makes me feel worse.
Dammit. I stare at the clouds, hoping no one recognizes me.
When I finally grab my bags at JFK, I’m a mess and don’t even have a cell phone to call for an Uber so take a cab. It’s not until I get home, I Skype my mom. She doesn’t pick up so I text her using my laptop.
Me: I really need to talk with you.
