“El?” Gray repeated on a slight frown.
“I don’t know.” I rolled my eyes and waved a distracted hand. “That’s what he called her.”
“El…” he murmured again, speaking to himself this time.
Gaze lifting to the sports complex, Gracen pursed his lips and furrowed his eyebrows as he did whenever he was concentrating. Then he dropped his gaze to his phone and did something.
“What’re you...?” Squinting, I lifted myself higher in order to see better. But all it looked like he was doing was checking his recent calls list.
“He didn’t call me this morning,” he said to himself, sounding stunned. “Son of a b***h, he didn’t—” He returned his attention to the gym as his eyes widened with some kind of realization. “Holy shit.”
“What?” I turned to look but didn’t see anyone exiting the building.
“Dad
