“Oh.” I took it and pulled out my cell phone. Disappointment flooded me. “The battery is dead.”
“The car will charge it.” He lifted a cover on the armrest to reveal a rubber pad for wireless charging.
“Great, thanks.” I set the phone on it. I was sure London and Perri had tried to call me and was eager to switch my phone back on.
Ramsay didn’t speak as we drove out of Inverness. He didn’t even look at me. I knew he felt me staring, but he kept his focus on the road ahead.
I studied him. The way his big hands moved elegantly across the wheel as he turned the car. His rugged handsomeness. The weariness beneath his eyes. I wanted to reach over and caress his cheek. Inhale his masculine sandalwood scent that made me think of wicked nights in his bed.
Longing.
That’s what I felt. I stared at him with longing because as much as I didn’t want to think it was true, I already knew what was coming.
Hurt and anger caused me to turn from him to watch the world pass by out my window.
I wanted answers. However, I needed some time because once I had my answers … I guess that would be it between us.
After about an hour of tense, awful silence, I reached over to switch on my phone. I had several missed calls from Perri, texts from Taran, Aodhan, Quinn, and a few other villagers wishing me well. Quinn also kept me up to date on the B and B.
There was nothing from London.
Not a thing.
It didn’t make sense.
Had Nick told her?
I called her, but it went to voicemail. “Hey, Spoon, it’s me. Did Nick give you Cammie’s message? I’ve just gotten out of the hospital. I’m okay. Okay? Call me. I love you.”
Worried now for London because it was not even in the realm of imaginable that my best friend wouldn’t call me upon hearing I’d been attacked, I pondered if maybe she’d done something impulsive like jump on a plane to see me. Maybe her flight had been delayed and she was in the middle of travel hell?
“No answer, then,” Ramsay said his first words.
“No.”
“That isn’t like her?”
Feeling petulant about him asking me a question when he hadn’t offered upanythingto me in the past few hours, I ignored him and called Perri.
“Remember it’s early there.”
Oh shit. Of course. I wasn’t thinking. I hung up quickly.
But a few seconds later, Perri called me back.
“Tierney?” Her voice was high pitched with anxiety.
“It’s me. I’m okay.”
“Oh my God. Thank fuck. Halston’s arrest is all over the news. We hit publish on our article at midnight because we were afraid someone from the police would leak the info before we could.”
My pulse raced, realizing the UK had woken up to our story.
Ramsay sensed my tension. “What is it?”
“Perri says theChroniclepublished the article last night.”
“Who are you talking to?” Perri asked.
