Page 106 of Ghost

Was he okay?

I got up and started pacing. Fucking hell, I should’ve told them to check in on Dad while they were over there. I pressedthe heels of my hands into my eyes. Maybe someone in this place had a safe phone they could call out on?

I whipped around, ready to go in search of a phone that I could use to call him.

But before I even took a step toward the bedroom door, it whipped open.

I found my masked man standing there with a blanket slung over his shoulder.

“Ghost,” I said breathlessly as I raced to him.

I wrapped around the edges of the bed just as he dropped the blanket to the floor. I heard it fall, like it had things wrapped up in it, but I didn’t care.

I launched myself at him.

And he caught me as I wrapped my arms and legs around him.

“You’re back,” I whispered as I buried my face into his neck.

“I’m back, firefly,” he muttered as he walked through the threshold and kicked the door closed behind him.

“What’s in the blanket?” I muttered into the skin of his neck.

He sat on the edge of the bed with me. “Just some last-minute things from your place that weren’t destroyed yet.”

I sniffled. “Thank you.”

He held me tightly, his hand skimming up and down my spine. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Just missed you.”

“Missed you, too.”

I drew in a deep breath of him, inhaling his scent. I wanted to drown in him. I wanted to rest in his arms and never wake up. How in the hell was I supposed to go back to living in my studio apartment? How in the hell was I supposed to move forward after all of this was said and done? How was I supposed t?—

“We checked on your father, by the way,” he said.

I gasped as I whipped my head up, my eyes finding his. “You did?”

He nodded.

“And he’s okay?”

He nodded again.

I searched his eyes. “What?”

“You didn’t tell me your father was an alcoholic.”

I searched his face for a while. “Oh.”

He paused. “Is that why you’re in so much debt? Because he drank you into it?”

I wiggled off his lap. “I’m really glad you guys are?—”

He wrapped his hand around my wrist, preventing me from moving away from him. “Jasmine.”

“What?”