(For His Pleasure 11) His Every Word by Kelly Favor

Author:Kelly Favor
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-11-21T06:00:00+00:00

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Kallie listened to her many phone messages as she and Detective Phillips walked back to the hospital. There were some old messages from her mother and father and brothers, sounding frantic—telling her they loved her and wanting her to call them as soon as she could.

There was a message from Max Weisman, the producer of their film—a surprisingly kind Max Weisman. He told her he’d just gotten the news and that he would do anything he could to help. “Just call me if you need anything, anything at all,” he said, in his throaty voice. His words were at odds with the shouting, flamboyant character she’d met in his office yesterday. But she thought that his making the effort to call and offer help had been incredibly kind. “Don’t worry about business,” he said at the end of his message. “Business is never as important as health. So heal up and rest up, and the movie will wait for you.”

Then there were some messages from reporters—God only knew how they’d gotten her number so quickly. They were tactful and polite, telling her that they were doing stories about the attack and were interested in getting Kallie’s comment, if she was feeling up to it.

Bryson’s message was the last one, and she listened to it just as she walked into the hospital. “Hey, Kallie, it’s Bryson,” he said, his voice sounding unsure on the message. “God, I don’t even know what to say. I’m absolutely devastated. Please know that you can call me day or night if you need anything. I’m thinking of you guys.” His voice broke a little at the end of the sentence. There was a long pause. “Well…I also heard from Max Weisman.” For some reason, he laughed after speaking the producer’s name. “Maybe, when you’re feeling better, you can call me about that, too.” Another long pause. “God, I’m just totally at loose ends here. I can’t stop thinking about what’s happened. Please call me when you get a chance, Kallie.”

Kallie put her phone away and tried to shake the feeling that she was missing things—letting things get away from her. There were too many responsibilities—too many things to do and people to consider. All she really wanted to do was think of Hunter’s health—but that was the one thing she had the least control over.

Detective Phillips saw the police officer sitting outside Hunter’s room on a cheap plastic chair. “Reinforcements have arrived,” he said.

“You made that happen?” she asked him.

“Hey, I’m not totally useless.”

She was suddenly filled with gratitude and affection for him. “Thank you, Detective.”

He smiled. “It was the least I could do after botching your case as badly as I did.”

The officer guarding the room looked at them. “Are you here to visit Mr.

Reardon?”

“That we are,” Phillips replied. He showed his badge. “I’m Detective Phillips.

This is Kallie Young, Mister Reardon’s girlfriend.”

The officer smiled. He was Hispanic—younger, with kind brown eyes. “Go on in, then.”

She started into Hunter’s room and the detective hung back, striking up a conversation with the officer.

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