Chapter 81

Jerome

A TEXT from Pierce lit up my phone, letting me know he’d sent over the financial document he promised to provide before our meeting the next day.

I didn’t care much about anything Pierce wanted to say that evening. Lily needed to grab her clothes and hurry back to me. I wanted her in my bed at the bed-and-breakfast to bury myself in her for the entire evening.

Tomorrow could wait for tomorrow because I had better things planned.

Three minutes passed since she held up two fingers from her apartment window. Seven minutes in total had passed, and she was only supposed to be gone five. I worked hard at trying to rein in the crazy, but it seeped to the surface as I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel in agitation.

I needed to see her.

Something in my gut, a feeling I only experienced when she was around, desperately needed to make sure she was okay. Immediately.