I just went over to Gabby’s and no one is home.
CHASE
We’ll be home soon.
ME
We’ll be there.
My phone rings with an incoming call from Ivory as I rush around the penthouse to get my stuff together. The guys have a game tonight, so I’m packing a bag just in case we have an impromptu sleepover.
Popping my ear buds in, I answer the call. “Hey.”
“Hey,” Ivory says somberly. “I’m worried.”
“Me too, Ives. Everything will be okay though. She’s got us.”
“Do you think we should ask Miller if he knows anything?”
“No. If he knows, he’s clearly kept it between them and if he doesn’t, she doesn’t want him to know.”
“I’d bet he already knows and has been hiding it from us,” she huffs.
“For the blabbermouth of the group, he’s surprisingly good at keeping things in the vault.” Miller never told Preston about Gabby and Chase hooking up at their wedding, and we’ve never talked about it either, even though we were both there earlier that night.
“I think there’s a lot we don’t know about Ryan Miller,” Ivory muses.
“Yeah, like his secret social media thirst traps.” I laugh, recalling when Miller showed us his jump roping videos on social media last fall.
“Are you on your way over?”
“I’m about to leave. I was packing a bag just in case.”
“You can crash with me if she doesn’t want us to stay over tonight,” Ivory offers.
Picking up my bag off the bed and my purse from the hookon the wall by the door, I leave the penthouse. “Thanks. Anything I can grab from the store on my way?”
“I’ve got wine and tequila, so drinks are covered. Maybe chips, salsa, and queso? Some movie snacks? I don’t know the last time she and Miller had a movie night or the state of their stash.”
“I’ll stop at the grocery store on the corner.” Pressing the button for the lobby in the elevator, I pace back and forth, too anxious to stand still even for the short ride to the ground floor.
“I have cheese so I’ll make a board.”
“Great. See you soon.”
“Drive safe.”
I hang up just as I step up to the valet. There’s no chit chat today. I nod my head for my car and toss the bags into the backseat when he pulls the car around. The traffic isn’t terrible despite the mid-afternoon hour, and I make it to the store and Gabby’s by the time Chase texts to let us know they’re on the way home.
A few minutes later, a text comes through from Gabby.
GABBY
I need you.
ME
We’ve got you.
