Double Bossed

I moved my hand to her knee. “I’m not either.” I let it rest there, lingering against her skin.

I turned onto the side street that ran along the school. It was a long shot, but I pulled up to the building.

Julie screamed and I slammed on the brakes. Before the car was in park, she flung the door open and ran toward the school. Shit, she could have fallen flat on her face.

Hunter was lying bundled with his arms tucked tight inside his T-shirt on the front steps. I left the car running and sprinted after her. I didn’t know what kind of state he would be in.

“Hunter? Are you all right? Why did you leave? Are you hurt?” She bombarded him with questions. I reached out and grabbed her shoulder, pulling her back.

“I’ve got him,” I told her while I bent down to pick Hunter up.

He barely weighed more than a sack of potatoes. I carried him to the car and climbed in the back seat with him still in my arms. I could feel him moving against me so I knew he was ok, but he didn’t want to talk.

Julie looked down at us. “Thank you,” she whispered.

14

Julie

Hawk had swapped seats with me. I held Hunter close. I inhaled the scent of his hair. He smelled like a boy. That outside earthy smell mixed with traces of soap and maybe a hint of pencil.

I looked outside the car. Hawk was on the phone. He said he would call the home so I could sit with Hunter. The minutes felt fleeting, as if I had to absorb all the pain and fear running through this child’s body.

I smoothed his hair. “It’s going to be

ok. You know that, right?”

He shook his head.

“Look at me, Hunter,” I urged.

His tear-stained face was enough to break anyone’s heart.

“I want to help. So does Kane. And everyone at the home was worried sick about you. Everyone cares.”

He shook his head, keeping his lips pressed together.

“You don’t have to say anything, but know that I care about you more than anything else. You’re safe now. We’ll make sure you get home.”

“It’s not home,” he squeaked.

Hawk had finished the phone call and stooped his head to check on us in the car. “Everything ok in here?” he asked.

Hunter shook his head.

“Slide,” he directed me, and I scooted to the center of the backseat with Hunter’s arms wrapped around my neck. It was close and warm in the backseat, all three of us wedged in together.

“I told them we would drive Hunter home and they could expect us in about twenty minutes.”

“Thanks,” I whispered.

“No problem.” He turned to Hunter. “What made you wander over here, big guy?”

Hunter shrugged.

“Can I tell you a story about when I was a kid?”

I wanted to interrupt and tell him this wasn’t the time for one of his sports tales, but I bit my tongue and let him talk. Hunter seemed to respond to him and he had been more outgoing and excited in the past week than I’d ever seen him before.