Angie wagged her fingers for his phone. He shook his head. No way. Angie huffed and stomped off, probably going back to her desk to interfere.
“What kind of advice?” he asked.
“It’s difficult to explain over the phone, but I have a situation and I’m not sure what to do. I’m hoping she can give me some resources.”
“What kind of situation? With your son’s dad?” Why was she being so evasive?
“It’s complicated and I’d rather not get into it over the phone. Do you have Katherine’s number?”
He made a split-second decision. “I’m on my way.”
“That’s really not necessary?—”
He ended the call, not giving her another chance to tell him it wasn’t necessary, and grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair. He also ignored Angie when she called, “I sent her Katherine’s number.”
His phone buzzed in his back pocket the entire twenty-minute ride to Abby’s house. Her car was the only one in the driveway, so either she hadn’t been able to get a hold of Katherine, or she hadn’t arrived yet.
He checked his phone on the way to her door. Several missed calls from Abby, as well as a few texts from her and Angie. Angie’s last text was blunt. Don’t get involved if you’re just going to walk away again.
That stopped him in his tracks. Fuck. He didn’t know what he was going to do. Abby had mentioned a situation and he’d reacted purely on instinct. Damn it. He was standing in front of her door. He wouldn’t walk away until he knew she was safe and there wasn’t a threat against her or her son.
She answered the door almost immediately. “You didn’t need to come.”
He drank her in, telling himself it was to check for marks or bruises, but the rush of blood to his cock might as well have set his pants on fire. He was an idiot for thinking he could walk away with no regrets. Now that she was in front of him again, he didn’t know how he’d done it before, but knew he wouldn’t be able to do it again. Not easily. And not until he knew she was safe.
“Are you okay?” He stepped across the threshold, forcing her to take a step back.
She sighed and closed the door. “I’m fine. Katherine’s on her way. She should be here in about ten minutes.”
He nodded and took off his jacket, throwing it on the bench behind the door. “You want to give me a rundown of your situation?”
She crossed her arms. “I really don’t.”
His eyebrows rose. “Why?”
“A few reasons.”
He took a step closer. “What are they?”
Her chin went up. “I don’t want to have to repeat myself when Katherine gets here.”
“And?” He knew there was more than that.
“And I’m not sure why you’re here.”
“You said you were in trouble.”
“No. I said I had a situation, and I needed advice. From Katherine. The only thing I needed from you was her number. We both know you wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t had to call you. So why are you here?”
Her backbone was fucking sexy. He found it entirely too hot that she wasn’t giving him a pass. Wasn’t afraid to call him on his shit and wasn’t telling him it was fine and acting like he hadn’t fucked up to save face.
“I screwed up. I’m sorry. I should have called.”
“Why?” she asked.
“Why what?”
“Why should you have called?”
