Rushed (Adventures in Love 1)

“Don’t turn me on when I need sustenance.”

“I’ll feed you after I work out.” He gives me a grin before he goes back to doing push-ups. “Then I’ll eat you after we have breakfast.”

“You’re so bad.” I laugh, leaning forward to grab my cell phone when it starts to ring. When I see it’s Galvin calling, I hit the ignore button. I’ve said everything I need to say to him, and I’m not at a place where we can be friends. When it starts to ring again almost immediately, I frown and set down my coffee, then pick my cell up, slide my finger across the screen, and put it to my ear. “Yes?”

“Cybil.” His voice sounds weird, worried, strained.

“What happened?” I sit up as my heart starts to pound. “Is Jade okay?”

“Jade’s fine, but she asked me to call you. We were on the phone this morning, and her mom started to complain about her chest hurting before she passed out. They’re on the way to the hospital. They think she had a heart attack.”

A sense of dread washes over me while the blood in my head seems to rush to my toes, making me lightheaded.

“I . . .” Tears fill my eyes as I realize I’m not just minutes away, but hundreds of miles, which means I can’t just get in my Bronco to go be with my best friend who needs me. “Oh God.” I cover my mouth with my fingers.

“Cybil,” Galvin calls, but before I can respond, my phone slides from my hand and Tanner places his fingers under my chin, scanning my face. He moves his hand to the back of my head and presses my forehead into his hip.

“This is Tanner. What’s going on?” he asks; then his fingers dig into my scalp. “Now is not the time for that conversation. Cybil’s upset, and I wanna know why.” The sound of my heart beating hard fills my ears, then his rumbled, “What hospital? All right, let Jade know we’re on our way.” I hear my cell bounce onto the cushion of the couch, then land on the floor before he gets down on his knees in front of me and takes my face into his hands. “Sunshine, I know you’re upset, but I need you to keep it together.”

“Maisie’s in the hospital.”

“I know.” His expression softens as he wipes the tears from my cheeks.

“I’m hundreds of miles away.” My chin wobbles. “And Jade needs me.”

“You’ll be with her, baby.” He stands and pulls me up, then urges me into the house and to the bedroom. At the side of the bed, he turns me to face him and wraps his hand around my jaw. “Get dressed and pack what you need to pack. I’m gonna make a couple of calls.” He kisses my nose, then turns to leave.

I blink at the empty doorway, then look around the room before I get myself together enough to put on some clothes and to start packing up my stuff. As I’m shoving my makeup bag in my suitcase, he comes into the room and walks past me to go into the bathroom without a word; then I hear the shower turn on. As I finish packing, I try to figure out how I’ll be able to drive, especially with the tears I’m barely holding back, ready to let loose at any second.

“Are you packed?” he asks a few minutes later as he comes out of the bathroom fully dressed. Wearing sneakers, jeans, and a T-shirt, with a backward baseball cap on his head, he has a black duffle bag slung over his shoulder. If things were different, I would take a moment to appreciate how good he looks wearing a baseball cap, but now isn’t the time.

“Yeah.” I flip my suitcase closed, and he moves me out of the way to zip it up for me.

“Blake’s dad is meeting us at the airport in Missoula in the next hour, so we need to get on the road.”

“What?” I watch as he lifts my bag off the bed.

“He’s going to fly us to Portland, and Janet called a rental-car place at the airport there, so we’ll have wheels when we land.”

Shaking my head, I try to wrap my head around what he’s saying. “Are you coming with me?”

“Yes.” He places his hand against my lower back and urges me out of the room.

“You’re coming with me, and Blake’s dad is flying us . . . like, in a plane?”

“Unless he decides to take out the dragons, yeah, he’s flying us in his plane,” he says, and I stop and turn to face him. “Sorry, shit, baby. I didn’t mean—”

“I’ve never flown in my life,” I admit, cutting him off. “I’ve never even been near a plane. I don’t think—”