The ride was frenetic. The car was full of expectant horror. I could almost see Ryker's brain rolling over every possible worst case scenario.
I finally found Jessa's name on his contact list. I hit the button to connect the call. Holding the phone up to my ear, I was looking at the sideview mirror when I noticed a Porsche pull out into traffic after us.
"Ryker, I haven't gotten it set up yet. I'm not a miracle worker," Jessa said, a smile evident in her voice.
"Hey Jessa. It's Willow. Ryker got a call from Good Shepherd. They said Grams had fallen. We're on our way. Could you call and see what happened? He needs some more information," I said softly. I didn't want to break my guy's concentration as we darted and dipped in and out of traffic.
"Oh my lands. Yes. Give me two minutes.
