“Don’t fucking call King. I will go check on her, but I don’t want her to know I’m there.”
“I knew you’d see reason. What about the other names?”
“One of them was Kaitlyn Ward. Also empty. The others were names I don’t recognize, but I’ll get Omen on them and see what he can find.”
“Expect Angel to be there tomorrow, because once I tell him, he’ll be on his way. Banshee might be with him.”
“Great, just what I need.”
“You’ll be in Virginia, asshole.”
Chapter Four
Morgan
I sat at my desk, going over the accounts. I hated bookkeeping; it was why my mother worked for me when she didn’t have to. And yet, I was the one going over the numbers because she was having lunch with Beth Brewer, owner of the Main Drip coffee shop.
I dropped the papers on my desk, crossed my arms, and laid my head down. I didn’t need to do this; the paperwork could wait until my mother came back, but I was restless.
I loved Rosewood. It was an idyllic little town where everyone knew everyone else. Rosewood didn’t have strangers. We occasionally had visitors, but everyone in town was a friend.
Rosewood was safe, like an old blanket you cuddled under during a storm, or your favorite coffee cup. Everything was comfortable and familiar.
And yet, I wanted something new.
Something different.
I looked up at the knock on my door. Cynthia popped her head in.
“Are you okay in here?”
“No.” I sighed.
She stepped further into the room and said, “Why don’t you put that away and let your mom take care of it. Let’s go have lunch.”
For a moment, I stared at the paperwork in front of me. I closed my eyes and tried not to think about him. I hadn’t missed the date. I hadn’t forgotten the day my life changed forever.
“Okay,” I relented, before standing and grabbing my purse.
There were days in our lives that stood out. Birthdays, of course. Our own, and those of the people we loved. The day we graduated from high school and college. I’d experienced both of those, my parents there cheering me on. My mother screaming from the bleachers as I walked across those stages; my father silently cheering from the shadows.
Then there were other days that had more meaning. Days that were more important than anything in the past. The day you married the person you loved, and the day you gave birth to a child.
And the day you lost them both.
That day was today.
My phone rang, and I looked down and smiled.
“Sorry, Cindy, I have to take this.” I looked over at her with an apologetic smile. “Rain check on lunch?”
“As long as you promise to leave the paperwork for your mother,” she ordered. I nodded, and she slipped out of my office, closing the door quietly behind her.
“Hello,” I said, placing the phone against my ear.
“Bitch, you thought I forgot, didn’t you?”
A chuckle slipped out as tears filled my eyes. “I knew you wouldn’t forget, but you have a lot going on with those babies.”
