“I think I’m under reacting, since I’m not getting on an airplane right now.”
“You have a game tonight.”
“I wish you were here.”
She doesn’t answer that. Of course she doesn’t. There’s no part of her that wishes she was in Buffalo with me.
So I change the subject. “You sure you aren’t hurt? Did you get checked out?”
“Does Sloane giving me a once over for road rash count?”
“No.”
“Then no, I didn’t get checked out, because I wasn’t actually hurt, and I’m not going to take up a spot in the Emergency room.”
I drag in a long, sobering breath. “Frankie, I don’t want anything to happen to you. You’re important to me.”
She makes a little surprised sound.
“You know that,” I say, lowering my voice. My pulse pounding again, now, for a different reason.
“I…yes, I do.”
“You’re the most important to me.”
“I feel the same way.” She hums in my ear, trying to soothe me. “I’m going to watch you play tonight. I’ll be cheering for you.”
I rub my chest. “Is Sloane there? Or Liz?”
“Yeah, Sloane is.”
“Let me talk to her for a minute.”
“You don’t need to get all protective and bossy.”
“Yes I fucking do, Fra—” I cut myself off as the door behind me opens up. I hold up my finger indicating that I’m still on the call as Frankie carries her phone somewhere else in the house.
“He wants to tell you not to let me buy a new bicycle,” she says, clear as a bell.
“Hey Logan,” Sloane says.
“Do not let her buy another bike,” I growl. “I am going to arrange for a car to show up, hopefully by the afternoon.”
“She is fine, you know.”
“She’s not a cat. She doesn’t have nine lives. And this one that she does have is incredibly valuable, so I’m going to wrap her in the safest Subaru or whatever I can find in the greater Los Angeles area. Sit on her until it gets there.”
“Yeah, okay.”
I stalk further down the hall, finding some privacy again. “Frankie, are you listening?”
“Yes.” It sounds like she’s smiling. I hope she’s smiling.
“Please let me take care of you. I’ll call you as soon as I get home.”
“Shit, are you at work?”
“It’s fine. Actually fine, notwas almost hit by a carfine.” I press my phone hard to the side of my head.
