The Lost Souls (The Holy Trinity #2.5)(57)

“Do I ever kid? I’m serious. Tell me when you’re free and I’ll fly you over here. I’ll take care of you, angel.” I remembered what Jacob said. “I really miss you.”

I f*cking meant it. But she’d never know how much. She’d never know that I’d give anything for her to try to fix me again.

We could save each other. Right?

“I really miss you, too,” she said.

Holy f*ck. Way too much for my chemical-laden heart to carry this early in the…well, afternoon.

I cleared my throat, trying to sound breezy. “So you’ll come? Tell me the dates and I’ll make the arrangements.”

She paused, thinking, and during that, I wondered if she was rethinking it all. Maybe this was too out of the blue and I was too presumptuous. But then she said, “May fifteenth would be good. I could come for a week or two, depending. Maybe three if I’m lucky.” She lowered her voice. “I don’t like leaving home for too long.”

I could live with that.

She continued, her conscience getting the better of her. “Can you call back later tonight? I need to talk it over with the family.”

“Of course. I’ll talk to you soon.”

I hung up the phone, got out of bed and opened the black-out curtains, peering out at the white-hot spot that was Detroit. We had two more weeks on the East Coast and then it was off to Europe. Sage Knightly and his mediocre solo tour was going overseas, a place Hybrid had never gone.

New ground. New territory.

And, if I was lucky enough, an old flame.