Chapter 57

Wild

I came to work late today after helping Jagger on a repo, and when I did, I heard Tyler had lit out of here like his bike was on fire. I'd wanted to ask around, see if something happened to Addie, but at the same time I don't want to give us away to anyone who could put two and two together.

My fingers itch to text her, but I know if she needs me, she'll let me know. It's not easy, sitting and waiting to hear if something has happened to the woman you've grown to care about.

"Tyler's on his way back," Jagger tells me as we keep trying to pull the engine out we're working on. "So whatever it was, it must not have been too bad."

I hope not. But then again, no one knows about the conversation I had with Addie. As far as I know I'm the only one privy to the way she's been feeling, and I hope it hasn't all come to a head.

When I hear his bike pulling into the lot, it takes everything I have not to run to him and ask what the fuck has happened, if she's okay, if she needs me.