Come Away With Me(121)

We have a lot of talking to do, but we’ll get through this.

Jules is in the kitchen when I go downstairs. “You look horrible.”

“Thanks. I feel a little better.”

“Good. Going over there?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

“Okay, I guess I’ll go.”

“Everything is going to be fine.”

“Thank you. For everything, Jules.”

“I love you. Now go get your man.”

We grin at each other and I leave the house, on foot. I’m going to walk to his place, get a little exercise and fresh air.

He doesn’t live too far away from me.

As I walk I think about all the ways he’s shown me over the last two months that he loves me. The coffees, the massages, how

he’s

always

so

concerned about how I’m feeling or what

I’m

thinking.



Even

his

possessiveness is loving. And the flowers! All the hundreds of flowers.

Not to mention my birthday, and taking me to Tahiti. Holding me on the plane.

The way he held me at the cemetery.

My God, he loves me so much. And I threw it all back at him last night.

I have to apologize. I have to make it right.

I walk faster and make it to his house in less than fifteen minutes. I decide to knock on the door rather than use my key because I’m not sure how I’ll be received, but he doesn’t answer. I ring the bell over and over, but still no answer.

Weird.

I let myself in with my key and wander through the house, calling his name. He’s nowhere to be found. I go upstairs and he’s not there either. His bed looks like it hasn’t been slept in since he and I left out of here yesterday morning to take him to the airport.

Shit. Where is he?

I pull my phone out of my pocket and call him. It rings and rings and then goes to voice mail.

“Hey, it’s me. I’m at your place, but you’re not here. Please call me. I’m worried.” I can’t help but feel a little hypocritical as I hang up the phone after he came to me last night because he was worried and I threw him out.

I send him a text as well, in case he doesn’t check his messages, and wander downstairs.

I go out onto the deck and sniff my flowers. They’ve stayed remarkably fresh-looking thanks to the cool early fall weather. I sit on our love seat and can’t help but remember Saturday night after Luke’s parents anniversary party when he proposed.

I look down at my ring and grin.

Where is he?

I try calling him again but it goes to voice mail.

Suddenly the doorbell rings and I go to answer it. It’s Samantha.

“Thank God you’re here.” She hugs me and I automatically hug her back in shock.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’ve been trying to find you. I don’t know your phone number. I was just at your house and Jules said you’d come here.”

“What’s wrong?” I repeat.

“It’s Luke. Nat, he’s been in an accident. We have to go to the hospital.”

Oh, dear God, no!





Chapter Thirty-Three


“What happened?” I’m sitting in the passenger seat of Samantha’s SUV and she’s driving like a bat out of hell. I brace myself against the dashboard as she makes a sharp right turn.

“I don’t know the details. Dad called me about a half hour ago and said that he got a call from Harbor View Hospital to let him know that Luke is there. They had to wait for him to wake up to ask him who to call.”

Her voice catches on a sob and I instinctively grab her hand. Who cares if she hates me, I’m all she has right now.

“So he is awake?” The tears are rolling down my face unheeded. I just need to get to him, to hold him and make sure he’s alive.

“He was, I guess he keeps coming in and out. Mom, Dad and Mark are already there. I don’t know why none of us has your number. Well, I know why I don’t, but no one else does either, but Luke told me where you live once, so I went to your place and that’s when Jules told me you’d gone to Luke’s.”

“Thank you for looking for me. I had no idea.” God, drive faster!

“Natalie,

I’m

so

sorry