More Than Enough (More Than Series, Book 5) by Jay McLean

Author:Jay McLean [McLean, Jay]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-11-05T00:00:00+00:00

Thirty-Three

Riley

I pace the kitchen, checking the time for the millionth time. It’s 6:00 a.m. On the dot. I haven’t slept. He said he’d call. Last night he called at 3. He should’ve called already. I check my phone again. 100% charge. Full volume on the ringer. I open the Skype app to quadruple check there are no missed calls. There aren’t.

Panic sets in.

Tears fill my eyes.

He wouldn’t have said he’d call if he couldn’t.

Something’s wrong. I can feel it.

I look at Bacon, fast asleep on his bed. I check the time again. 6:01.

I pace faster, my hands balling and straightening at my sides.

They’d tell me, right? If something were wrong, they’d call? No. They just show up at the door. I’ve seen it in movies. Read it in books. They don’t call.

Did he even change the address on his forms? Or whatever the fuck they have to do to let whoever the fuck know to go to wherever the fuck so they can notify if something happened.

“Oh my God,” I whisper. He probably didn’t change the address.

Without a second thought, I grab my keys, not bothering to dress and jump in my car.

I pull up to Dylan’s dad’s house and check the time on the dash. 6:02.

If it’s physically possible to have your heart beat and die at the same time, that’s what mine’s doing. I step out of the car and march to the front door, my adrenaline and fear overshadowing any sense in the situation. I knock, hard and loud, and when a few seconds pass and no one answers I start to yell and pound my fist.

Eric answers wearing nothing but his boxers, his eyes half asleep at first but when he sees me and my obvious state, he seems to wake up. “What’s wrong?” he rushes out, pulling me inside.

“He didn’t call!”

“What?”

“He said he’d call and he didn’t call. Have you heard anything?”

“Riley!” He grasps my elbows. “Slow down.” Then over his shoulder, he shouts. “Dad! Riley’s here.” He bends down and looks in my eyes—my tear-filled, panicked eyes. “Take a breath, try to calm down. And start again. Please.”

Mal appears down the hall, tying his robe. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

I try to take Eric’s advice.

Breathe. Calm. Speak. “Dylan called last night.” I shake my head quickly. “Not last night, but the night before. And he said he’d call again and he hasn’t. Something happened to him. Did you get a call or—”

“Riley,” Eric cuts me off, grasping my elbows tighter. “Did Dylan say he would definitely call? Or did he say he’d try? Because we can’t make those kinds of promises.”

“I—” I try to think of Dylan’s exact words but nothing comes to mind.

Sydney’s up now, her look of worry matching everyone else’s.

“Sweetheart,” Mal says, coming to me and placing his hand on my shoulder. “I’m sure he would’ve called if he could. There are just so many uncertainties over there, it’s impossible…”

Eric releases his hold on me and leans against the wall, his chest rising and falling as he runs his hand through his hair.

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