6
CAMPBELL
The next morning, I slept through three alarms and two angry phone calls.
“f**k,” I spat as I raced out of bed and threw on a pair of ripped jeans, a black T-shirt, and tennis shoes.
I was staying in a hotel ten minutes from Hollin’s place. He’d told me to just f*****g move in for however long I was here, but I was used to my own space and my own stuff. I wasn’t sure how comfortable I should get in Lubbock. And considering Bobby’s appearance last night, it seemed like I’d made the right call.
I drove across town in the Range Rover I’d purchased when I got into town. Sharing Hollin’s house was one thing; not having my own wheels was another. Truthfully, I’d thought I’d be here longer. It hadn’t felt frivolous at the time.
Hollin’s truck was parked in the driveway. My dad’s
