Page 45 of The Playmaker


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I shake my head at them as they all file out. The minute the door closes, it’s silent. Just what I want. Exhaustion has well and truly taken over as I collapse face-first into the pillows.

* * *

“What the fuck was that?”

Looking around, the room is cloaked in darkness. Dax lets out a grunt from the bed next to mine.

“Dude.” Reaching across the small space in the room, I smack his arm. “Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?” he groans.

“That noise.”

“I have no clue what you’re talking about. Why are you awake?”

Glancing at the alarm clock, I see it’s just after three in the morning. “I don’t know. Something woke me up.”

“And you felt the need to wake me up?” Dax rolls back over, facing away from me, and pulls a pillow over his face. “You’re just mean.”

Nerves are roiling through me. I don’t know what it is or what I heard—orthoughtI heard—that is making me jumpy.

Grabbing my phone, I unlock it and navigate to the app that Harper had me load. The one that connects to the video monitor in Caleb’s room.

It’s hard to make him out through the slats in his crib. Is he even in there?

Shit. Maybe that’s what made me panic.

Is Caleb okay?

I don’t think before hitting Gran’s number on my favorites and waiting for her to pick up.

“What in the hell are you doing calling me this early in the morning?” she says by way of answer.

“Is Caleb okay?”

“What?” Her voice is muffled. “Why are you calling? He’s fine.”

“I can’t see him.”

“Because he’s sleeping.”

“Gran. Can you please go check on him for me?”

I hear her huff out a breath. “You know he is just fine.”

“Oh my God. Would you go into the bathroom? Some of us are trying to sleep here!” Dax yells, throwing a pillow my way.

“I don’t know who that is, but I agree with them.”

“You two are being ridiculous,” I tell them, tossing the comforter off me and stalking toward the bathroom.

“We’re being ridiculous?” Dax calls out after me. “You’re the one waking everyone up because you had a bad dream.”

“It wasn’t a bad dream,” I mutter to myself.

“Then why are you calling?” Gran asks.

I close the bathroom door behind me and put her on speaker so I can pull up the monitoring app again.