He pulled his cell from his pocket, checked the screen, then shoved it back in.
And suddenly, she couldn’t breathe.
Hedidhave his phone. Yet he hadn’t responded to a single text. He hadn’t answered one of her three calls. And she’d asked,beggedhim to call her.
You really think he just sits around waiting for your visits?
The woman rounded the table and set a palm on his chest, and Maggie suddenly couldn’t look anymore.
She turned and stumbled toward the door, tears blurring her vision. When she got outside, her chest heaved so violently that she couldn’t suck in a single full breath.
Rain hit her shoulders, but she barely registered it. She felt like she was breaking, and she didn’t know how to slot the pieces back together.
A guy suddenly stepped in front of her, a deep frown cutting into his brow. “Maggie?”
Connor. One of Ethan’s team members.
“I have to go.” Her words slipped into the air, so quiet she wasn’t sure if they reached him. Where she was going, she wasn’t sure, just…away.
“Maggie, wait!”
She didn’t. She raced down the street, one thought on her mind. That Lilith was right. That she wasn’t enough. That she’dneverbe enough.
Ethan Moore chalkedthe tip of his cue before leaning over the table and hitting the white ball.
When the striped nine went into the pocket, he grinned. “How’s it feel to lose?”
“I haven’t lost yet,” Jay scoffed. “And I don’t plan to.”
It felt good to smile. The team had only gotten back from their mission a few days ago, and he was still catching up on his sleep. Fuck, he’d been exhausted. A deep-in-his-bones kind of exhaustion that he’d only learned existed since becoming a SEAL.
But being here, letting off steam with his friends, felt good.
Someone tapped his shoulder, and he turned to see Connor.
There was something about the expression on his friend’s face that had the smile slipping from his mouth and his back straightening. He knew everyone on his team well enough to know that something wasn’t right. When you stepped into hell together, you had to. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s Maggie.”
Something cold slipped over his skin. “What about her?”
“She was outside.”
Ethan shot his gaze to the door even though it was blocked by people.
“She was upset,” Connor continued. “I tried to call her back but?—”
Ethan shoved the cue into his friend’s chest and moved, slipping through the crowd before stepping outside.
She wasn’t there. Where was she?
He pulled his cell from his pocket and tried her number. She didn’t answer. He tried again. Still nothing.
Dammit.
He called Polly, but the call went straight to voicemail. Why wasn’t anyone answering him?
She was supposed to be in Deep River tonight. Why was she here? If Polly didn’t answer, would her aunt? He despised that woman, but if she knew something…
