Stolen Course (Wrecked and Ruined #2)(6)

“No clue. Caleb isn’t exactly acting like himself. He was also the one who carried her out last night. I’m not really sure what he’s doing here.”

“Shit. I should thank him for staying with her. Although I might just send him a fruit basket, because the idea of talking to him again isn’t really all that appealing.”

Jesse quietly speaks up. “Just ignore him. He’s had a rough twenty-four hours. I bet Caleb doesn’t even know why he’s still here.”

I let out a sigh and get back to the matter at hand. “Okay, back to Sarah. What happens next? Can I see her?”

“Probably not. Usually in situations like this, once she is stable, they will release her into police custody.”

“What? They are going to send her to jail? She doesn’t need jail! She needs help!” I scream, drawing every eye in my direction.

“Yes, she does need help. Unfortunately, after what she did yesterday, it’s up to the courts to make those decisions for her now,” Brett says with a bitter mixture of anger and sadness in his voice.

“They won’t let me see her at all?”

“I’ll ask, Em. But I’m really doubting it.”

I lower my head. I’m virtually helpless when it comes to Sarah—yet again. “So what can I do?”

“You can head back to Sarah’s place, maybe get some rest. I know you’re exhausted from traveling. There’s nothing you can do tonight.” He digs in his pocket and pulls out his keys. He slides a gold key off the ring and looks at it for a second before shaking his head and handing it to me. “Here. This is the key to her place. We can give you a ride over there.”

“I think I’m going to hang around here for a bit.” My eyes flash over to Caleb in the corner talking on the phone. Jesse’s eyes immediately follow mine, and my interest causes her lets out an adorable giggle. I drag my attention away from Caleb and look down at her. She’s still attached to Brett’s hip. “You’re cute,” I say with a smile.

“Jesus, don’t call her cute! I made that mistake on more than one occasion. Trust me. It won’t win you any points.”

“Oh, shush.” She gives Brett a gentle tap on the stomach. “She’s a girl. She can call me cute,” she says with the tiniest of attitudes. It’s almost comical, and I watch as Brett’s lips twitch when she looks back at me. “Thank you. You’re really pretty.” She offers me the warmest of smiles like we have been friends forever.

“I like you.” I look back at Brett and repeat, “I’m liking her.”

“Okay, before you two start exchanging recipes and painting each other’s nails, I’m getting out of here. Emma, it was good to see you. I’ll see if I can pull any strings to get you in to see her in the morning.” He pulls Jesse into his side and walks away. I’m so wickedly happy for him. Brett deserves a good woman, and it looks like he just might have found one.

I stand for a minute, immediately regretting my decision to stay. I hate hospitals. Everything is so freaking sterile, but they still make me feel gross. I sit down on a worn-out chair in the waiting room and glance around when my eyes settle on the muscular back of Caleb Jones. I’m a real ass for checking out this man. My sister basically killed his fiancée. I wasn’t lying before—from what I knew about Manda, I really liked her. And I know Sarah loved her. I just can’t sit here without saying something to him. Apologizing? I already did that, and he didn’t exactly seem receptive. Maybe I should take a different approach.





“CALEB, CAN we talk?” I hear Emma ask from in front of me.

“Nope,” I reply, never looking up from my phone.

“I love Sarah, but I’m not my sister,” she rushes out. I slowly lift my eyes to hers, trying not to rake them over her tits but failing. “I understand why you don’t like me, but I just wanted to say thank you for being here last night. I’m glad she wasn’t alone. I haven’t been there for her, but that’s about to change.”

“I didn’t exactly sit at her bedside, holding her hand or anything. I just sat in the waiting room,” I reply, disinterested in her gratitude but very interested in her panty preferences. Fuck!

“That’s more than I did. I haven’t spoken to her in years. I get the occasional update from Brett, but I never came up here. I couldn’t stand watching her fall apart. So I’m sorry. I know Brett thinks the world of you, and the last thing I wanted to do is piss you off.” Tears well in her eyes. Jesus Christ, is she going to cry? Fan-f*cking-tastic.

“Look, I don’t hate you. I don’t even know you. You didn’t piss me off, it’s just—”

“Oh good. You want to grab a drink?” She smiles, perking right up and bouncing on the balls of her feet.

“What? No! I mean yes, I want a drink, but not with you. Did you just fake cry?”

“No, they were real tears. I’ve been under a lot of stress. The only fake part was when they threatened to escape my eyes. I’m not a crier.” She shrugs. Holy shit, crazy must run in the Erickson family.

“Okay, well, sorry if I was a prick earlier. I just didn’t realize who you were, and by the time I did… Anyway. Sorry. We’re good.”

“Wow, you’re easy,” she says with a smile so sexy it leaves me unable to drag my eyes away from her mouth. I’ve got to get out of here and get laid.