Peacefulness suffused her. That scent, his scent, the one she could never quite get out of her head when she wasn’t with him, enveloped her. “Mmm. I’m glad you said that. I could sleep right here.”

“Whatever you want,” he murmured, his lips brushing her forehead.

She was just beginning to doze when his cell phone came alive in the dead silence, the frantic riffs of his ringtone nearly making her jump out of her skin.

“The f**k,” he grumbled, and she shifted to let him get up. “Everyone oughta know better than to call me at six in the goddamn morning.”

Grinning drowsily at the sight of his denim-clad ass as he walked across the room to retrieve his phone, she snuggled into the corner of the couch and laid her head on the arm. Without him under her, it was a little chilly. Damn, he had a nice back. Nice shoulders. Nice everything. The ink only accentuated the lines and contours. She wanted to lick every—

Macy didn’t know what alerted her to the change in atmosphere, but she sat up almost without conscious thought. Maybe it was his demeanor as he checked the phone display, maybe there was a barely perceptible stiffening of his muscles she sensed even from across the room. Maybe it had simply taken some time for it to sink in that a call at an ungodly hour when everyone should “know better” was never a good thing.

Whatever it was, she knew before he lifted the phone to his ear that it was bad, and the urgency in his voice when he answered confirmed it.

“Steph? What’s wrong?”

His nana. He listened for a moment before darting toward his room. Macy leaped to her feet and followed, heart racing. “Fuck. Fuck. Is she…? I’m coming. Just…no! I’ve got to be there. I’ll be all right… Yeah, well, dammit, I shouldn’t have let you talk me into coming home in the first place. I’m on my way, all right? Keep me updated.”

He was already snatching clothes out of his closet and tossing them on the bed when he threw the phone down on the mattress. It bounced and hit the floor; Macy stooped to pick it up. What the hell should she say? What should she even ask? He had all but forgotten her presence, though she understood that completely.

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Finally she blurted the only thing that really mattered to her at that moment. “Are you okay?”

He paused long enough to rub his eyes hard with his thumb and index finger. He didn’t answer. From several feet away, she could see the trembling of his hands.

“What do you need me to do? Let me help,” she tried again, hoping to get some constructive response that way.

“There’s nothing you need to do. I’ll drive you home and head out.”

“Seth, listen to me. I know you’re upset, and I know all you’re thinking about is getting to her, but you’ve been awake all night, and you do not need to be on the road right now.”

He grabbed a duffel bag from the closet and carelessly shoved a handful of T-shirts into it. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine. You could—”

“Baby, I’ve got enough raw adrenaline pumping through me right now to never need to sleep again. I got this, okay?”

“At least let me call Brian. Maybe he can go with you or something.”

“Hell no, I’m not gonna bother him with this.”

“You know he’d want to help.”

“I know. Which is exactly why I’m not calling him.”

“Then let me go with you. Or even get you a plane ticket. Anything. Please.”

“You driving wouldn’t be any better than me. And I appreciate the offer, but you know I’ll have been able to drive to Oklahoma in the time it would take me to get through all that bullshit at the airport.”

Dammit, she wasn’t making a single dent. He didn’t even look at her, just spouted his retorts as he continued his frantic packing. “Seth, can you honestly tell me your nana would want you to put yourself in danger?”

His shoulders slumped. Then he dropped the shirt and bent over the bed, holding himself up with his fists, breathing deeply. She stepped forward and smoothed her fingers over his shuddering back. “Just a few hours’ sleep and I bet you’ll be good as new.”

“There’s no f**king way I could sleep right now.”

Any little thing could set him off again. She knew that, but she had to ask. Swallowing her anxiety, she said, “What happened to her?”

“A stroke, they think.” Standing straight, he picked up the shirt and whipped it down into the bag with a violence that made her step back. “Son of a motherfucker.”

“Don’t blame yourself for not being there. You said yourself she wanted you here.”

“I know that.”

“So let’s think about this and—”

He surged into action again. “No, f**k it. I’m going.”

“Then I am going with you.”

“Yeah, right.”

The way he brushed her words off as if she didn’t mean them stung her. “We can take shifts and keep each other awake. I know I’ll be in the way once we get there, but we’ll figure something out. I only want you to be safe. Hey.” Catching his arm, she made him look at her. The raw pain in his eyes stole her breath for a second. “I’m serious.”

“Macy…”

“You wanted to be there for me back then. I want to be here for you now.”

Suddenly, he wouldn’t meet her gaze, and a black pit opened and yawned wide in the bottom of her stomach. She might be overstepping the boundaries of this relationship…whatever this relationship was. He might very well not want her intrusion into a private family matter. And while she could understand completely, the pain that ripped through her at the thought was so sharp and real that, for the second time in less than a minute, she could hardly breathe through it.

He couldn’t do this. Not now.

“Macy, this is…”

“Whatever else this is, you’re my friend. I would do this for any of my friends.” It was the truth, even if she was minimizing for her own sense of self-preservation.

“I was only about to say this is crazy. You have stuff going on, you have a job—”

“And I work for my parents, who are extremely understanding and capable people. I can find a way back somehow. Candace and Sam can come get me; they’ll love a road trip, and we need girl time. I won’t be in your way.”

When he reached up and stroked her cheek, a little of that emptiness closed up. He wanted her. Even if she couldn’t stay with him, it was all she needed to know…that he wished she could. “You wouldn’t be in my way. I’d keep you with me if you could stay. I’m sure I won’t be back this time until…it’s over.”

“I know. I’m sorry you’re going through this.”

“You’re incredible, you know that? I wish she could have met you.”

Macy reached up and took his hand from her cheek to hold it against her chest. With her other, she stroked the back of his neck, feeling the tension straining his muscles. “Hey. She still might. Don’t think like that.”

“It sounds…pretty grim.”

“Then let’s get you to her. Okay?”

He enveloped her in his arms, squeezing the air from her lungs and holding so tight she almost couldn’t fill them again. She returned the embrace just as fiercely.




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