Before There Was You by Denise A. Agnew

Author:Denise A. Agnew [Agnew, Denise A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Liquid Silver Books
Published: 2014-09-01T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

Lana wiped her sweaty right palm on her jean-clad thigh as she crept along on I-25 Tuesday evening. Traffic had once again slowed to a crawl. She glanced at the dashboard clock and estimated at this rate she’d be late to group therapy. She could have taken a back road and made it on time. Traffic at this time of night, during rush hour, could prove murder on the overstuffed interstate that wound through part of Colorado Springs. She couldn’t see if an accident had jammed things up, but cars barely moved. She’d forgotten the commute she used to make to the high school for work.

You’re soft.

Maybe. Even if she wasn’t having mental issues, she’d still want to teach students online now that she’d tried it.

She glanced at the dashboard clock yet again. Yep. Who knew how long this mess would take to clear up? She made a command decision to take the nearest exit and wind her way through town. It had to be faster than this. She wiped her left palm on her jeans again and drew in some deep breaths. She could control this weird feeling. She could.

Still, she didn’t like this impending sense of doom that started rattling her cage as soon as the traffic slowed. She hadn’t tried driving since meeting up with Aaron at the Italian restaurant and wished now she had.

Stubborn pride built inside her. She’d be damned if she relied on Aaron or anyone else for a ride again as long as she had a car to drive. Frustration brought tears to her eyes. She forced them back. She couldn’t see to drive if she didn’t control herself. The thought of getting off the road and parking somewhere, calling Aaron and surrendering to the shit crowding her head…yeah, she thought about it. Aaron would come for her. She had a feeling nothing would stop him from coming for her.

“I fucking hate this,” she almost growled the words. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Shit. Hell. Damn it.”

As a rule she didn’t curse much, unless she was alone and driving. Then all bets were off.

Group therapy should be starting right about now. Aaron and the rest of the group would notice she hadn’t turned up, obviously.

Maybe she should call Aaron, but her anger at herself for not leaving her apartment earlier and for allowing the panic to creep up kept her hand off the cell phone. Seconds later it rang. Since the car barely inched along, she reached into her purse and snatched the phone. She glanced at the screen.

“Aaron,” she said in relief when his name flashed. She answered. “Hey, Aaron.”

“Hey.” His voice was soothing and deep. “You okay? Where are you?”

“I’m glad you called. I was just about to call you. I’m stuck in a horrible jam on I-25.”

“Yeah, Roxanne said there’s a three-car pile-up around the exit for Highway 24.”

“That far south? Damn. I didn’t leave early enough and then the traffic just came to a crawl.”

“How are you doing? Feeling okay?”

“Not really.

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