For You(117)
He ignored the noise and said to Feb, “Sucks, baby, what happened to us, what happened to you, what’s still happenin’ to you. But we’re back on track and, make no mistake, it isn’t you who’s lucky we are, it’s me who’s the lucky one.”
Her phone stopped ringing as she said, “Colt, it’s me who –”
He dropped his head, kissed her quiet and when he lifted his head again, he said, “Stop sharin’, Feb, can’t take it.”
He watched her eyes get big. “I thought you wanted me to share.”
He smiled at her. “I’m thinkin’ I was wrong.”
“But –”
He touched his lips to hers again and teased, “You’re too sweet, like candy, you keep goin’, you’ll rot my teeth.”
He heard her phone start ringing again and he lifted his head to listen to it.
“Alec –”
Quickly and distractedly, he ordered, “Quiet, Feb.”
“You’re very bossy,” she said on a mildly annoyed snap, one that said she didn’t mean it but she also kind of did.
Her phone stopped ringing and he focused back on her.
“February –” he started to close the conversation down but her phone started ringing yet again and the warmth Feb injected into his chest evaporated, the cold taking over, he watched her head twitch as she finally heard her cell.
“Fuck,” he cursed, pulling away from her and rolling off the bed.
He grabbed his jeans off the floor as she came up on an elbow, yanking the covers over her breasts, her head tilted as she listened to her phone stop ringing then, seconds later, it started again. Her eyes sliced to his as he tugged on his jeans. He watched her face paling before she threw off the covers, twisted her legs over the side, got up and grabbed his shirt.
“Let me take care of this,” he said to her as she shrugged his shirt on.
“Okay, but I’m coming with you.”
“Feb –” he began as she bent forward to nab her panties but shot back up to lock eyes with him.
“I’m comin’ with you.”
At her tone Colt felt it prudent not to argue.
The phone stopped ringing and started again by the time she had her underwear on and three buttons done up at her chest. They hit the living room and she turned on a lamp. Her purse was on his coffee table, the cell on top stopped ringing only to start again.
He grabbed it, looked at the display and it said “Unknown caller.”
Colt let it ring once more before he flipped it open and put it to his ear.
“Better be good, it’s fuckin’ midnight,” he said into the phone.
He got silence back and he watched Feb watching him.
“Someone there?” Colt prompted.
Nothing.
“Don’t piss me off,” he warned and that’s when he got it.
“She’s not supposed to be there,” a man’s voice, vibrating with emotion, probably anger, said into his ear. Colt couldn’t know for sure if it was Denny, if he’d ever actually spoken to the man, it hadn’t been in years but he still knew it was Denny.
“Lowe?” he asked, waving his hand at Feb, motioning to the bedroom, hoping she’d understand what he meant. She nodded and ran down the hall.
“No,” the man said.
“This isn’t Denny Lowe?”
“No,” the voice was getting agitated, “this is Lieutenant Alexander Colton.”
Colt felt a chill shaft down his spine.
Fucking shit. This guy was whacked.
“You’re wrong, seein’ as I’m Alec Colton,” Colt told him.
“No. No, you aren’t. She isn’t supposed to be there. Not without me.”
Colt had absolutely no idea how to play this and he also didn’t know if Feb was right now calling Sully.
He went with his gut, hoping Feb read his meaning and doing what he could to keep the sick bastard on the line. “She’s Feb, Denny, you know she’s meant to be with me.”
“She’s meant to be with me.”
“How do you know she’s here?”
“You can’t have her, she’s mine.”
“Sorry, Denny, you’re wrong. She’s mine, always has been and you know it.”
“You can’t have her. She and I are meant to be together.”
“How do you know she’s with me, Denny?”
“Stop callin’ me Denny!” he shouted as Feb hit the room, Colt’s cell in her hand, her eyes on Colt.
“Denny, listen to me, you aren’t doin’ right by her. What you’re doin’, Feb doesn’t want. You’re tearin’ her apart. Stop. Go to the nearest Police Station and turn yourself in.”