Page 159 of Fierce Storm
“There’s more going on but she won’t talk to anyone. She had a full-blown panic attack. Sheneedsyou here. I…I need you here.” His voice comes out strained, making way for his panic to shine through.
“I’m on my way. Which hospital?”
“San Francisco General. She’s not happy about it, but I think her annoyance is a front.”
Fuck. My heart beats chaotically as I rush around my office, grabbing my keys and wallet. “Is anyone with her?” I ask, praying she’s not alone.
“Paige is on her way with my mom. I’m heading home to pick up Isaac from school. How quickly can you get here?”
I breathe a sigh of relief as I close my door, not even bothering to lock my office like I usually would. “I’m already walking to my car; I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“Thank you.”
He’s thanking me?Jesus. “I appreciate you calling me. I know I’m not your favorite person at the moment.”
“Yeah, well, I’m pretty sure you’re hers. So that has to count for something. I’ll see you soon.”
My jaw drops and I’m silent for a beat before finally answering, “Thank you.” I choke back the emotion lodged in my throat. “Bye, Easton.”
“Bye.”
After hanging up, I call my car service while pressing the button for the elevator at least ten times. It’s like I’m a kid that thinks that will make the thing move faster.
“Mr. D’Angelo?” My car service answers and I pause.
“I need a car to take me to the airport. Right away.” I’m not usually so blunt, but I don’t have time for niceties.
“I’m sending someone now. ETA is three minutes.”
“Thank you.”
My next call is Tabitha, urging her to book me on the next flight to San Francisco, no matter the cost or seat. Now would be the perfect time to own a private jet, and I’m almost considering it.
If Tabitha can’t get me a decent flight, it’ll be my next big purchase.
Jeffrey’s waiting at the airport in San Francisco, his weary eyes meeting mine as he grabs my bag. “Any news?” he asks when he’s settled in the front seat, pulling out into the line of cars leaving the airport.
“Not yet. Easton texted to say she was having surgery but that she should be out of recovery and awake by the time I get there. What’s the traffic like?”
“Hectic. I’ll be as quick as I can be.”
“I have no doubt, thank you.” I sigh loudly, letting my head fall back until someone blares their horn and our car swerves out of the way.
“What the hell was that?”
“I’m sorry. Someone decided to stop suddenly, and the guy in front of us almost slammed into the back of him.”
“Jesus. Thanks for swerving. I want to get to the hospital fast, but notambulancefast.”
Jeffrey smiles as his eyes meet mine in the rearview mirror. “Permission to speak frankly?”
“I thought you always did that.”
“True.” He chuckles, his gaze meeting mine in the rearview mirror. “I like her. I’m happy you found someone you care about.”
I huff out a laugh. “More than work?”
“I didn’t say that.”
