He lets out a breath. “Fuck. I did that, didn’t I?”
I nod slowly. “You might think leaving another more rational voicemail will help, but I would ignore that impulse.”
“Damn it,” he mutters. “I wasn’t thinking. I’m just so frustrated.”
“I get it. It seems like a simple ask, and it feels like he’s ignoring you.”
“All I need is to know she’s okay,” he says. “That’s it. That’s all.”
“I know. How ‘bout I try calling him?” I ask.
“How will that help if he isn’t answering his phone?”
“He’s probably answering his phone.”
I let that response hang in the air until it finally sinks in.
“Christ, I fucked this up!”
“Don’t worry about it. I need to take a shower, but I can give him a call after that.”
He sinks down onto the couch and puts his phone down at his side.
I hear him cursing under his breath as I head for the bathroom.
We all have our issues. Falcon’s stems from who his father is.
It’s not something he can just get rid of, but I can help him deal with the fallout.
That’s what mates are for.
Chapter Six
Falcon
Listening to the sound of water running from the open bathroom door, I lean back in my seat and try not to think about the mess I’ve made.
It’s impossible not to dwell on it.
Shayne is right.
Jeff isn’t just busy.
He’s been ignoringme, specifically, because I pestered him a bit too hard.
He probably thinks I have an unhealthy obsession with the girl I helped to rescue.
That’s why he hasn’t called me back.
That’s why I’m not going to get the chance to visit her.
“Fuck,” I murmur as I pick up my phone and check the screen.
It’s still working, the sound is up full blast, and I don’t have any response from that asshole.
I put it back down. Shayne isn’t going to have better luck than me.
If that prick has decided I don’t deserve visiting rights, he’s not going to let my level-headed mate talk him into anything different, no matter how good his argument is.
