Chapter Twenty-Eight Gavin
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Gavin
“Brother, we don’t do this enough.” Jordan waited until the server poured him a few more fingers’ worth, the bottle a single malt Macallan we’d purchased for the night, before he lifted his tumbler and held it close to his mouth.
“Every quarter, we should make it mandatory. Two nights, somewhere, anywhere, but together.”
“I was just thinking the same thing.” Once my glass was refilled, I took a long sip.
“Damn, that’s good.” I set the tumbler down and reached for the handmade ultra-premium cigar, removing it from its package and using the guillotine cutters to chop the end.
Just as I was bringing the flame closer to my mouth, there was a vibration in my pocket.
I set the flame down and slipped my fingers into the inside of my sports coat, Emily’s name showing on the screen of my phone.
“It’s Emily calling. I just want to make sure there’s nothing wrong with Ben. ”
“Do what you’ve got to do.”
I connected the call, holding the phone to my ear. “Hi, baby—”
“It’s Maya.”
I put the cigar in the ashtray. “Maya? Is everything okay?”
“Ben is fine. That’s not why I’m calling. It’s . . . Emily.”
“Is something wrong with her?”
“Oh God, Gavin.” I didn’t like her tone. I didn’t like the way she sounded like she couldn’t breathe. “I don’t even know how to tell you this. I . . . I think Emily should be the one to tell you.”
“Tell me what, Maya?”
“She needs you.”
“Needs me?”
“Yes. She needs you to come home. Please. As soon as possible.”
My fucking heart was suddenly out of control.
I pushed against my chest, remembering a time when I’d felt just like this.
When my entire goddamn world collapsed.
I looked at my brother, pushing my way to the end of my seat. “I’ll call our pilot. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”