I almost died during your wedding, but I still love you more than anything. You’re a ride or die kind of woman, and I know if I need you, you’ll show up in the middle of the night with a machete. No questions asked.
I couldn’t make my piece of shit car go any faster. Not if I wanted to avoid any chance of getting pulled over. But the sound of my son crying in the back seat crushed my heart into dust.
We’d already lost too much in our lives. Even though I knew it wouldn’t make a difference, there wasn’t a chance in hell that I wouldn’t do everything possible to make this hurt less.
"I’m so sorry, Nox," I whispered, wishing more than anything that I could take away the pain breaking through his quiet grief.
"She’s not breathing anymore," he sobbed.
I pressed my foot on the gas as every single fuck I had left went flying out the window. My son, the tiny reincarnation of his father, had never cried before until now. From the very first day I brought him home, he’d never cried. The sound drove a dagger through whatever remained of my heart.
"We’re almost there, Nox." I spoke a little louder, trying to speak over the pressure growing in my chest and throat. "Maybe they can do something for her." I choked on the rest of my words. Tears pooled in my eyes and made it hard to see, let alone breathe.
I lied. One thing I swore that I’d never do to my son. But I didn’t have any fucking clue what to do except lie. Lie, and speed through Birch in the middle of the night, determined to get to the emergency vet as quickly as I could. I had to get there, even if my son’s best friend was already dead.
I should have known that if something could go wrong, it would. Especially when the loud whoop sounded from behind me. Wiping my eyes, I glanced into the rearview mirror where I saw flashing blue and red lights behind me, shining in the darkness.
"Fuck," I muttered. Still, I pulled over to the side of the road and put both hands on the wheel after I rolled down the window, impatiently waiting for the officer to get out of his car.
The seconds ticked by, and the sound of Nox crying in the back seat grew louder.
"Mom," he cried out suddenly. "You need to hurry. I don’t think she’s going to last." He whimpered, and I couldn’t stop myself from turning around to face him right as a light shone in the vehicle. I did make sure to keep my hands on the wheel, though. With an uncle in law enforcement, I knew better than to do anything that would constitute a threat to a cop.
"Please, baby. Just give me a second."
"Ma’am." That fucking voice. Of course, it would have to be Remy Townsend who pulled me over. But I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of me saying his name.
Not after everything.
"I’m so sorry, Officer." I tried hard to stop the tears, but I couldn’t. "Someone hit my son’s dog, and I’m trying to get him to the emergency vet." My lower lip trembled, breaking the confidence that I’d had only a moment before.
Thankfully, Remy didn’t seem to notice that he’d seen me. He clicked off his light. I saw him turn back to his cruiser before dropping the tenor in his voice and putting his hand on the roof of my car.
"Ma’am. I’m going to follow you to the vet. You’re headed to Brewer, right?" His voice still cut to my core, even twenty years after we’d first met. Only now, instead of trust and love, he filled me with anger and hate.
"O-okay." Keep it short, Parker. He doesn’t know it’s you.
I squeezed the steering wheel and forced myself to take a deep breath.
It’ll be okay.
Nox’s whimper from the back seat called out my internal ramblings as a lie, but I had to do something to calm my already frazzled nerves.
"Good." He kept talking like he wasn’t the reason I was so uncomfortable. "I’ll pull ahead of you, don’t be alarmed. Just follow me at a safe distance." He was gone in the next instant, and I couldn’t even ask why he’d changed his mind from following us to leading us to the vet.
Whatever the case was, I’d take it. With a cop leading the way, I wouldn’t have to slow down.
"Hold on, Nox. The officer is gonna lead the way."
Nox sniffled, and the unmistakable sound of him wiping his nose on his sleeve filled the air between us. I couldn’t even bring myself to tell him to use the tissues that I knew hung behind my seat. He was losing his best friend; I wouldn’t be doing or saying anything to make that harder for him.
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