Once again, Beckett didn’t answer his phone. I couldn’t ignore the sinking fear that something was really wrong. It had been nearly eight hours since he called me upset in the middle of the night. I couldn’t think of a good reason why he wouldn’t have at least texted me by now.
Unless he changed his mind…
No. I shook the thought from my head. This didn’t feel like rejection. It was something bigger than that, I just didn’t know what. I needed to get to him. I didn’t know how or why, but I knew he needed me.
I raced home and took a quick shower before throwing some things in a bag. I nearly tripped down the stairs on my way to the car, then quickly asked a neighbor to check-in on my dogs while I was gone. Amelia would have been my first choice for the job, but it would be at least seventy-two hours before the hospital released her.
I felt anxiety creeping in as I sped down the highway. Not only had I not been back to Atlanta since that horrible day just after my eighteenth birthday, but I didn’t know the area at all anymore. I had no idea where he or Tosh lived. I didn’t even know what hospital his niece was at, or even Harper’s last name to call and ask for that matter. All I knew was that Beckett was a little under six hours away and my heart was already there with him.
I needed to get to my man.
“Hold on, Detective. I’m coming.”
