Page 39 of Bad Wolf
“I fuckin’ knew it,” I bark, and hang up.
I’m so fucking furious!
My next call is answered a millisecond before it’s cut off.
“’Lo,” Troy says, and I can’t believe my next words.
“She’s here.”
“The Demon? Yes, get in! I get off at eight.”
“No. I mean,” I scrub my hand over my face irritated at myself, “Yes the car, but Wren, she’s in New York.”
A beat of silence. “Say what now?”
“She drove my car from fuckin’ Florida all the way to the practice facility.”
“Oh fuck, is the car okay?”
“Yes, by some miracle it’s intact.”
“Check for drip marks.”
“Nothin’. She must have been hanging her arm out the goddamn window and drinking through a straw the whole time.”
“Fuck, I just googled it. It’s nearly fifteen hundred miles.”
I lean my elbows on the roof of the car and my head falls onto my forearm. My voice is probably muffled, but I continue anyway, “Tell me about it, and I just spent the last God knows how long revving the shit out of it.”
He blows out a long breath that matches my own.
“I’m just mad, okay? I don’t like that she was behind the wheel for that amount of time, and I don’t like that she’s here, T. I have nothing to say to her.”
“Copy. Just…I don’t know, I guess just don’t let it fuck with your head, okay? She’ll get lost in the city, there’s no way you’ll even bump into her. Bet she only stays the weekend too.”
I lift my head at that, “That’s true. She’s got a life to get back to, right?”
“Right.”
“Yeah, this’ll just be a quick visit, and I can get over the car thing.”
Before he can agree, the blare of the station alarms and a distorted male voice sounds through the speaker.
“That’s me. Talk later,” Troy says, and hangs up.
I swipe over into the notes app and bring up the rules I force myself to live by once again. I’m not supposed to care that she’s here. I’m not supposed to let myself feel anything other than the bitterness that set in as I walked home from that fucking party. Drunk. Seething mad. Heartbroken.
Don’t bother.
I stare at the phone for another minute before the chilled air starts to prick at my skin. Guess I had enough anger pumping through me to not feel the cold, but now that the adrenaline is starting to wear off I realize it’s freezing and jump back in my car, turning up the heat.
I just need to think logically. She’s probably only here for the weekend, just like Troy said and Saturday is basically nearly over, I can deal with Wren being in New York for forty-eight hours, plus I’ll be in Canada for half of it.
After tapping and scrolling to find the nearest gas station on the dash screen I’m feeling far more collected.
I only give myself the few miles it takes to find it and refuel to think about how tight the ripped, faded jeans were on her now more prominent hips and how shiny and long her inky hair looked. That just the sight of her takes my breath away.
Her eyes were definitely more grey than blue today, reflecting the overcast sky. I bask in how feminine and familiar the car interior smells before I blast the shit out of it with a “new car” scented spray I’m gonna buy from the gas station.