Chapter 10
“I need to see you.”
I sighed into the telephone and stared at the glowing red numbers on the clock radio beside my bed. It was 1:43 A.M. Saturday morning. A phone call at one in the morning rarely brought good news. Unless, of course, it was a booty call.
Is that what this is? I wondered.
“Hello? Patrick? Are you there?”
I sat up and turned on the lamp on the night stand. “Yes, I’m here. Where are you?”
“I’m parked in your driveway.”
That statement drove me out of bed and to the window. Sure enough, Eric’s Jeep was parked in my driveway behind my Volvo.
“I’ve been drinking,” he said. “Can I come in?”
I sighed again and hated myself for speaking the word I knew he wanted to hear. “Yes.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Come to the side door,” I said before hanging up.
I made my way d
