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“Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” I answer before shaking my head. “I don’t know… It’s probably nothing but Wyatt hasn’t answered me back for a while now and I’m just worried.”

I close my eyes again, trying not to let the panic take over but all I can see is Wyatt hurt, a mangled bike and blood everywhere before the image of Wyatt with bullet holes all over his body pops into my mind. It doesn’t linger, there and gone in a flash but it’s enough to make me feel like I’m going to crumble.

“Hey,” Lillian says, her voice firm. “Look at me.”

I open my eyes and she grabs my shoulders, holding me steady.

“Take a breath.”

With my heart hammering into my ribs, I take a deep breath and keep my gaze locked with hers as a little bit of calm descends over me. She nods and I do it again, telling myself not to panic, that he is okay as my pulse starts to slow and my head feels clearer.

“You good?” she asks, eyeing me warily and I nod. Releasing me, she blows out a breath and shakes her head.

“Listen, Pip… I know you’re happy being with Wyatt again but I just want you to be careful… I don’t want to see you go backward because of him and if he’s not taking your needs into account, maybe this isn’t for the best.”

I shake my head. “It’s not like that, Lil. Wyatt has been amazing but I can’t expect him to be at my beck and call at all times just because I worry. I’ll talk to Dr. Brewer about ways to deal with it.”

“Promise me you’ll be careful and not rush things?” she asks and I can’t help but think that it’s a little too late for that. My friends know about Wyatt and me being back together and buying the house together but they don’t know about us trying to have a baby. I nod.

“I’ll be careful. I promise.”

She sighs. “Okay. Well, I guess I’m going to head home, then.”

“You should call Eden. I’m sure she would love to go grab a coffee with you.”

“Right,” she answers with a smirk. “I think you meant to say cocktail.”

I laugh because she is spot on and I give her a little shrug. “I think bars serve coffee, too, so then you’ll both be happy.”

“You know what, maybe I will give her a call.” She turns to her car as she pulls her phone out of her bag. “Have a good night and let me know that everything is okay once you find Wyatt.”

I nod as I watch her walk to her car. “I will.”

As soon as she pulls out of the parking lot, my stomach twists into knots again and I grip my phone tightly as I walk to my car and unlock it. Slipping behind the wheel, I dial Wyatt’s number again and it rings in my ear as my pulse picks up.

“Answer the damn phone, baby.”

When his voice mail picks up again, I end the call and toss it into the passenger seat before starting the engine. I peel out of the parking lot a little too fast but I can’t even bring myself to care right now. The most important thing is making sure Wyatt is okay. I’ll start at the house and if he’s not there, I’ll go to the clubhouse.

What if he’s not there either?

Shaking my head, I push the thought from my mind and focus on the road in front of me. I refuse to jump to conclusions and freak out before I know anything else. One thing is for sure, when I do find him, we need to talk. Not that I know what we are going to talk about but I also feel like he can’t just ghost me like this. I’ve never seen the man go anywhere without his phone so why isn’t he answering my calls? I remember what I told Lillian about not expecting Wyatt to be at my beck and call. What I told her is true and I know it’s not fair to him that I freak out at the littlest sign of trouble but I also need him to be a little considerate of what I’ll go through when he goes MIA. Sighing, I pull down down our street.

God, I am a fucking mess.

When I do find him, maybe I should ask him if he’s sure he wants to be with someone as crazy as me. Though, I’m pretty sure I don’t want to know the answer.

As I pull up in front of the house, my heart climbs into my throat. The Bronco is here but his bike isn’t which means neither is Wyatt. I grip the wheel tighter and suck in a breath as I nod to myself.

“Don’t freak out yet.”

The roar of an engine cuts through my thoughts and I gasp. My head jerks up just as Wyatt pulls into the driveway on his bike. My body deflates and I release a breath as a wave of relief rushes through me. I put the car in park and fall back into my seat as tears well up in my eyes and all I can think about is being his arms. I don’t think I’ll be able to take a full breath until I can feel him. When I glance up again, Wyatt is marching over to my car, a look I can’t decipher on his face but it makes my heart skip a beat. He reaches my door and yanks it open, his eyes intense as he stares down at me.

“Turn off the car.”

I reach forward and turn the key as I study his face. “What’s wrong?”