Page 72 of Rush
I glance at the screen and my stomach drops.
Dad.
Of course it's my dad. Of course he's calling right now when I'm following Rush home to do something I probably shouldn't be doing.
I let it go to voicemail.
Two seconds later, it rings again.
Rush glances back at me at the next stoplight. He can see me looking at my phone.
I answer it.
"Hey, Dad."
"Where are you?" His voice is tight. I know that tone. Something's wrong.
"Dublin. Where else would I be?"
"Don't get smart with me. Where in Dublin?"
I pull over to the side of the road and Rush does the same. He kills his engine and watches me.
"I'm out with a friend. Why? What's going on?"
"What friend?"
"Just someone from the clubhouse. Why are you interrogating me?"
There's a pause and I can hear him breathing. He's trying to control his temper.
"Pyro called me," he says finally.
My stomach drops. "Okay."
"He says someone's been following you around Dublin, watching you."
"I know. You assigned someone to keep an eye on me. I'm not stupid."
"That's not what I'm talking about. This is different. Whoever this is, they're obsessed."
"Dad—"
"Don't Dad me. Who is it?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Everly Lynn, don't lie to me."
The use of my middle name makes me tense. He only does that when he's really pissed.
"I'm not lying. I genuinely don't know what Pyro told you."
"He told me one of his guys has been following you to Trinity, to your flat, to restaurants. That he's been lurking around you for weeks."
I close my eyes. Shit.
Rush is watching me and I can see him putting it together, can see the moment he realizes this call is about him.
