Ugh, that woman drives me nuts. I mean, I love her and all, but nuts, and now there’s no way I’ll be able to go back to sleep.
I stare up at the ceiling in this gorgeous hotel room, and my thoughts drift back to my boy. Always my boy, and while I want to be annoyed that I’m so gone for him, I can’t be.
He’s so sweet and cute, but also sexy and strong.
Watching him crawl for me and depend on me…
It’s intoxicating.
I’m elbows deep in cables and wires and freezing my balls off in the server room.
I mean, what the hell? Did they take every wire out and switch it before they installed the wrong update?
I’m not normally a violent person, but some days I understand the term “going postal” all too well.
“Leo?”
“Get out,” I growl at whoever the fuck is looking for me.
“Sorry to bother you.” I huff dramatically and turn to him. “But your phone has been ringing, and the number comes up as a hospital.”
Now he has my attention. So I untangle myself, walk out of the room, and pick up my phone. I’ve missed two calls, and there’s a voicemail.
Who leaves a voicemail anymore?
I take a deep breath and pray that it isn’t anything serious.
“This message is for Leo Long. I’m calling from Mercy General Hospital. I have an Izaiah Collins here. There was an accident, and we’re reaching out to inform you he’s here and we’re hoping that you could?—”
She leaves a number, but I zone out.
I’m in fricking Australia.
He’ll be discharged before I even have a chance to get to him.
Unless he’s hurt really bad.
What if it’s serious? What if he did cut his arm off with a chainsaw? I’d never forgive myself.
I need to call.
Shit, what time is it there?
You know what? It doesn’t matter, so I call the number they left.
“Mercy General Hospital, how may I direct?—”
“I’m calling to check on a patient, Izaiah Collins. I’m his emergency contact. Leo Long.”
“Okay, just give me one minute,” she answers, and then the line goes quiet.
It seems like this is taking forever.
“If you could hurry, this is an emergency.” I try for polite.
“I understand that, sir, but?—”
“You need to understand that I’m completely in the dark. The message someone left was vague and unhelpful, and I’m wondering if my best friend got a splinter, or cut his arm off with a chainsaw, or if I need to start planning a funeral.” I might be freaking out a bit.
