She makes me a better man.
“I’m not telling you anything I haven’t told her?” I remark, leaning back in the chair, my hand tapping the table as the tensed air between us seems to evaporate.
“When will you tell her?”
The question has me sitting straight back up. “About that…” I trail off, my hand gripping the back of my neck.
“What did you do?” he grunts, his body stiffening with anger.
How do I tell him without him attempting to kill me?
Forty Four
Noah
The hours it took us to fly back to Boston felt like the longest hours of my life.
I’ve never been as antsy and on the edge of my seat as I was today. The guys couldn’t stop staring at me.
For more reasons than one.
The news about Andie and me broke out, and the world knows about us. Consequently, the team found out too. And since then, they have been throwing apprehensive glances our way, the somber air enveloping us, threatening tochoke us.
Yes, I’m seated beside Ezra.
To say that he has forgiven me or accepted our relationship would be a lie. He can’t stop throwing daggers at me. That may also be because his fiancée forced us to sit together, saying we needed to sort it out like adults.
Ha!
Joke’s on her. Men’s bruised ego rarely lets them talk out their woes.
We haven’t said a word to each other. He didn’t initiate, and after getting punched multiple times in the face, I wasn’t eager to fill the awkward silence either.
All I care about is getting back and checking on Andie. I worry about her and how she’ll take the news, especially after I had to make her believe that it’s over between us. So, seeing all those images, finding out she was being stalked must’ve made her feel unsafe. And her brother and her friends aren’t even in Boston to be with her.
Add to that this uneasiness I feel in the pit of my stomach, which doesn’t help the case.
I hope she’s not alone and has at least decided to go to her parents. The thought of her being alone after her privacy was invaded, andknowing that my good-for-nothing father is behind all of this has me itching to wrap my arms around her and shield her from the ugliness of the world.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the plane lands, and soon we’re exiting the airport.
I need to be with Andie before I combust with worry and impatience. As the cold wind whips me in the face, the pain in my jaw and split lip flares back. Dragging my suitcase behind me, I turn off airplane mode on my phone to call Andie. I don’t give afuckwhat I said.
The need to see her face is a breathing, leaving physical ache.
My phone pings with multiple notifications, bombarding the device all at once. One of them catches my eye. I’m about to ignore it like the others, but something in me has me clicking on it.
My blood turns cold, freezing in my veins and cutting through my skin like a knife, demanding to bleed from my body as I hear the team coming out of the airport too.
Kaeli steps up beside me, her hand falling on my bicep. “Hey, you alrig—” The message on my device has her ceasing, her nails digging into myskin, and I don’t think she even realizes that.
“Go. Now.” Kaeli’s softly spoken words pull me out of my comatose state and put me in gear.
Tossing my bag to the curb, I’m running to the woman whose breath is entwined with mine. “Call the fucking cops!” I throw over my shoulder, and I trust Kaeli enough to do everything that needs to be done.
“Where the fuck are you going!?” Ezra and the other guys call out to me, but I couldn’t care less.
I’m desperately searching for a way to reach her. My frantic eyes fall on a taxi. No, a car would take too long, and by that time, who knows what could happen to her.