I heard Clip answer, “Cree is off in fifteen minutes.”
“Got it,” Storm said.
I heard Tank say, “I’ll follow.”
Then I heard Clip say, “Same.”
Then the door closed behind me.
When I made it to my truck, I was drenched already.
But I paid that no mind and blasted the heat.
I’d dry in time.
I pulled out of the clubhouse forecourt and drove in the direction of the hospital where she worked.
I kept an eye on the sky as I drove.
I had to go around some people who were taking the news seriously.
Then, once the hospital came into view, I saw that it was ten minutes after her shift.
“Fuck,” I growled.
Then... as if it was in slow motion, I watched it play out.
“Creedence!” I called out.
But it was too late, as if she could even hear me.
A smaller SUV hydroplaned and ran right into Creedence’s car. Into the fucking driver’s side door.
I slammed on the gas and raced to her.
Uncaring if I cut anyone off or not.
I slammed my truck into park and bolted out of it.
My boots ate up the distance, and then I had the passenger door open and was bending into her car, “Creedence,” I called out.
That dark hair, drenched, slowly moved as she turned her head, and then those mesmerizing hazel eyes of hers locked on mine.
“Alexander,” she whispered.
A breath I hadn’t known I was holding pushed out of me.
“Hey, you hurt?” I asked.
She shook her head, “No. I’m okay.”
I nodded, “Good. Unbuckle, baby. Let’s get you out of here.”
I grabbed her bag, switched the car into park, and turned it off.
Slowly, she unbuckled, and then I helped her over the center console and out of the car.
I swept her into my arms and buried my face in her throat.
