I shook my head while I re-read his texts. It wasn't like him to say things like that. Not that Gideon didn't flirt with me, but that was just how he was. He rarely said anything that sounded serious.
Becca:Are you home?
Gideon:Not yet. On the way.
Becca:You're texting and driving?
Gideon:No, Navarro is driving.
Becca:Navarro?
Gideon:Yeah, Grayson Navarro. One of my best buds from college.
Becca:Where's your car?
Gideon:He's driving it. Don't ask.
Gideon never let anyone drive his car. He had a red Bugatti that I called his girlfriend. The only reason I could think for him letting his friend drive was because he was drunk. Why else would he let Navarro drive?
Becca:Let me know when you get home.
Gideon:I will, Mom.
Becca:Shut up.
An hour later, I was sitting at the kitchen table nursing a hot chocolate. I couldn't sleep. I was too worried about Gideon getting home safely.
He should have texted by now, I thought.
I chewed my bottom lip as I wrapped my fingers around the warm mug. It was late. Why hadn't he texted?
Maybe he didn't want to wake me.
Maybe they got into an accident.
Why does my brain always go to the worst-case scenario?
I grabbed my phone and checked if any new texts had come through.Nothing. I rebooted my phone and waited to see if that would fix the possibly missing texts.Nope, nothing. I had to find out if he was alright.
Becca:Did you get home okay? Don't make me stalk you.
I waited a few minutes for Gideon to reply, but he didn't. I finished my hot chocolate and then opened my laptop. As I glanced over the entertainment news, I tried to get my mind off him, but it didn't work. Before I realized what I was doing, I started searching for 'Canyon Cove accident tonight.'
Nothing recent came up, but it didn't calm my morbid thoughts. As I thought of other searches I could do to find out if Gideon and Navarro were wrapped around a tree or had fallen off a cliff, my phone finally buzzed to life again.
Gideon:Don't do that. I'm home, I'm just not in the right frame of mind.
Becca:Did something happen?
Gideon:Yeah, I'm an idiot.
It wasn't like Gideon to feel sorry for himself. He was usually too confident and cocky for that.
This must be what drunk Gideon is like,I thought.
Becca:You just need to sleep it off.
Gideon:Stop that.