“Morgan, what’s going on? You got really quiet.”
“I heard a noise again.”
“Please go upstairs. You’re freaking me out.”
I chuckled at the phone. “Fine, I’ll finish this later.”
My hand twisted the doorknob, but nothing happened. “Huh?”
“Huh? Huh what?”
“The door is stuck.” I banged my hand on it. “Hello? Is someone out there?”
“Morgan, call Chasm.”
“I don’t have his number,” I said, trying the doorknob again. I looked over the seam. “I don’t see anything stuck in the doorframe.”
“What do you mean, you don’t have his number? Why the fuck don’t you have his number? You know what, never mind.”
The call disconnected, and I stared at the phone. “She hung up on me,” I said out loud.
Shaking my head, I focused my attention back on the door. I ran my hand over the frame, searching for anything that could have prevented the door from opening.
A moment later, I heard the sound of boots stomping.
“MORGAN!”
She called Jude.
“Baby?”
“I’m in here; the door got stuck.”
“Back up to the other side of the room, baby.”
I ignored the way my body shivered when he called me baby. I backed up behind the worktable, reminding myself he was worried about the baby, not me.
The door crashed open, and then he was across the room pulling me into his arms.
“How did you know?”
“Devlyn called me.”
“She is so dramatic; the door was stuck. It’s probably from the humidity.”
Zombie, Ambush, and a few others were standing just inside the door. Ambush was inspecting the frame and when he looked at Jude, he shook his head.
“What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” Jude said as he kissed my head. My eyes closed involuntarily at the contact. “I want her moved upstairs.”
“On it, Prez,” Zombie replied before moving into the hall.
“This room is fine. Zombie said it was all he had available.”
“He’ll make something available. Until the guys get everything moved upstairs, I don’t want you down here.”
“Jude, that could take days.”
