Jude studied me for a moment, but I didn’t dare look at him. I didn’t want him to see the hurt. After a beat, he let out a heavy sigh and drove back to the clubhouse.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chasm
She was pissed at me, only I didn’t know why. If it was because of how I reacted to the fucking doctor during her appointment, fine, I’d accept that. I was an asshole. If we could go back, I wouldn’t change a fucking thing. I felt I was pretty fucking mild, given where his fucking hands were.
I mean, I didn’t hit the guy.
We pulled up in front of the clubhouse, and she didn’t wait for me to open her door. She jumped out and rushed inside.
I lay my head against the steering wheel and blew out a breath. How could I do this? How could I make her love me again when I couldn’t even get her to stay in the same fucking room?
I stared at my phone.
Would he answer if I called?
Would he help me win her back?
There was only one way to find out.
I dialed the number and waited for the asshole to answer.
“What?”
I closed my eyes, and the urge to hang up was so fucking strong. But unless I had him at my back, she’d never give me a chance.
“I need your help.”
“With what?”
“Getting my wife back.”
The line was quiet except for his labored breath. I knew he was trying to control that Irish temper—the one that had gotten him in trouble more times than I could count.
“Why the fuck should I help you?”
“Because I need her and my child in my life.”
“What fucking child?”
Shit!
“She didn’t tell you?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“No.”
A thought occurred to me. “Did she tell you she was here?”
“SON OF A BITCH!” he yelled. “Where is she?”
“Inside. We just got back from the doctor’s appointment.”
He was quiet again, and this time I looked at the phone thinking he had hung up on me.
“Dr. Adams?” he asked.
“Yes,” I ground out, unreasonably angry he remembered the doctor’s name.
