He nods. “But the first sign that you’re not okay, you’re coming off the ice.”
“I get it.”
“Need a ride home?”
“Nah, I can do it. Thanks, Coach.”
“You played hard tonight. You gave it all for your team.”
“Not sure what got up Nochton’s ass.”
“Playoff fever, probably.”
“Yeah.” I chuckle, sliding off the medical bed. “I hate hospitals.”
“Who doesn’t?”
Back at the arena, I manage to get in my car with my gear, using my left arm for everything and carefully hiding my sling under my coat just in case there’s anyone still lingering around the arena.
Right now I just want to see Boone and wait for Wraith to get home safely. I’ll deal with everything else tomorrow.
It’s weird pulling up to Wraith’s massive house, knowing my brother is all alone in there. I hope he watched the game. He always gets a kick out of the bigger fights.
The house is silent when I enter. Eerily so. I climb the steps, heading straight to the guest room where Boone is staying, but it’s empty. Next I head back down to the rec room, thinking he might be watching a movie, but it’s empty too.
My pulse kicks up as I hurry back up the stairs to Wraith’sbedroom. Panic sets in as I look around in desperation, unsure what to do. Did Boone take off again? Did someone show up here and take him? Can I call Wraith when he’s working?
I’m about to spin the fuck out when I see a piece of paper on the nightstand with my name on it. I grab it, flipping it open to read it.
Pax,
Boone is with us. Don’t worry. We’ll both be back safely.
Love,
Wraith.
This news does not make me feel better. I can only imagine what Boone did to make this happen. I know in my heart there’s no way it was Wraith’s idea. Nope. This smacks of Boone’s doing.
Slumping onto the bed, I grip my hair and stare at the ceiling. All I can do now is wait and hope that Wraith is right and they’ll return home to me safely.
