Forty-Two
Cole––––––––
I WOKE UP several hours later to the sound of my cell phone ringing. Terin and I both sat up.
“Sorry,” I said, grabbing my phone.
“Who is it?” she asked, yawning.
“Tank,” I said, answering it.
“Brother, I need to talk to you. Some s**t has come up that you need to know about.”
“What do you mean?” I asked him.
“Just... get to the clubhouse.”
“Now?” I asked, looking at the clock. It wasn’t even nine a.m.
“Yes. Now,” said Tank.
I sighed. “Okay. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“Okay,” he said and hung up.
“What’s wrong?” asked Terin, as I rolled out of bed.
“I don’t know,” I replied, heading toward the bathroom. “Club business I think.”
“What did he say?”
“That he had some stuff to talk to me about. I’m sorry. I was hoping we could at least have breakfas
