Half an hour later, the ambulance was taking Jessie to Baylor of Dallas and Alex was talking to the officer on the scene. Jeff’s drunken ass had been hauled away after a little bit of a scuffle, which would hopefully keep him in protective custody for a little while.
As soon as Alex pulled off the street, heading to the hospital to take care of the paperwork for Jessie, he dialed Dylan’s phone number.
“Hey.” Dylan greeted. “Where are you?”
“Sorry, man. I was handling a personal matter when you called earlier. What’s up?”
“I wanted to see if you’d be up to meeting Jake tomorrow morning in the office.”
Alex had to think about who Jake was, but then he remembered Dylan was in the process of hiring a couple of sales people for the home security side of the business. “I’ll be in early, but then I have to head out around noon. Cole and I have to go talk to a guy in Austin. What time will he be there?”
“I’ll have him come in around eight if that works for you.” Dylan told him.
“Sounds good. See you at eight.”
“Hey, Alex. Is everything alright?” Dylan asked, obviously picking up on Alex’s frustration.
“It will be.” He said vaguely. “Look, I gotta go. I’ll see you in the morning.”
With that, Alex tossed the phone in the passenger seat and focused on getting to the hospital. This was fast becoming the worst part of his week.
Chapter Fourteen
Ashleigh was sitting in a booth, in the far back corner of the small diner, across from Sam. She had suggested a different place than their normal steakhouse lunch, hoping a change of scenery might do her some good.
“Where’s Sierra?” Sam asked.
“I don’t know.” Ashleigh said looking up from her menu. “I thought you would know.”
Confusion backlit Sam’s celadon green eyes before she glanced at the door. “I talked to her this morning. She said she wasn’t feeling well, but that she would try to meet us. I guess when I didn’t hear from her, I thought that meant she’d be here.”
“Did she say what was wrong?” Ashleigh hadn’t talked to Sierra in a week or so. The woman was busy with her interior design business, and between that and juggling two men, apparently she didn’t have much free time to talk. Aside from their weekly lunch dates.
“No, she didn’t. But, you know, she hasn’t been feeling well for a while now.”
“Do you think...?” Ashleigh let the question die off. She didn’t want to stir up gossip, especially where her friend was concerned.
“Do I think what? Spill it, Ash.”
Leaning over so only Sam could hear, Ashleigh glanced at the door and then back at Sam. “Do you think she’s pregnant?”
“Oh my God!” Sam exclaimed sitting upright. “I hadn’t even thought about that.” A mischievous smirk split Sam’s pretty face and made her eyes dance with happiness. Who would’ve thought?
“I wondered about it the last time we met. She’s been eating a lot more lately, not that the woman obviously has to worry about that, but it’s not like her. And she’s talked about not feeling well in the mornings.”
“Holy crap. That makes perfect sense.”
“I wouldn’t say anything to anyone just yet though. We’ll have to talk to her first.”
“Of course.” Sam stated, glancing down at her menu and acting like nothing had happened. How did the woman do that?
Ashleigh stared at the words on the laminated sheet of paper in front of her and tried desperately to keep her mind on the menu. Instead, she wanted to ask Sam a question while the two of them were alone. Not that she wouldn’t have asked the same question if Sierra had been there, but she was sort of leery of sharing too much personal information with too many people.
When the waitress stopped by and took their order, refilling their water glasses before she left, Ashleigh conjured up the nerve.
“What’s it like being with Logan?” And wow, that did not come out the right way.
Sam looked at her with a cocked eyebrow as if trying to understand what she was getting at.
“Good grief. Not like that.” Ashleigh smiled. “If I’d been using my eloquent gene, I would’ve asked what it’s like to be in a relationship with a dominating man.”
Sam laughed. “I was beginning to wonder about you there for a minute. I mean last week you were asking about threesomes and this week about Logan.”
Ashleigh blushed. Last week she had been asking about threesomes.
Since her friends were obviously having way more sex than she was, she was trying to get a better understanding of what goes on in their unique relationships.