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wasn’t the same concerned look in Rush’s.
    “Thanks for meeting me here,” Rush said, and Woods nodded his head.
    “No problem. It sounded important,” Woods replied.
    “Tell me what the fuck is going on,” I demanded, not willing to wait any longer. I wasn’t going to calm down, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to sit down.
    Rush turned around to look at me. “Probably should sit down,” he said.
    “No,” I barked.
    “Didn’t think so, but I thought I’d try,” he replied. He didn’t move to sit down, either. “Mase called me about two hours ago,” he began, then ran his
hand through his hair, which was a nervous habit of his.
    “Is she with Mase now?” I asked, scanning the room for where I’d left my keys when I got home from work earlier. If she was in Texas, I would get on the next flight out.
    “Grant. No. Stop. Listen to me,” Rush said in a sharp tone.
    I swung my gaze back to his. “If she is in Texas, I’m going to motherfucking Texas! You can’t stop me. The cops can’t stop me. No one CAN. FUCKING. STOP. ME!” I
roared.
    “You need to listen to what I have to say first. It’s important.” Rush’s tone had turned commanding. Thing was, I didn’t give a rat’s ass. I was going to see
Harlow.
    “She can tell me what’s going on. I’m going to Texas,” I told him with enough determination that he knew I was serious. I had to get to her.
    “There are things you need to know,” he said, raising his voice over mine.
    “All I need to know is where she is. That’s all I need to fucking know!” I snarled. He was wasting my time. I had to get my keys and get out of here.
    “Oh, for Christ’s sake! I didn’t want to just come out and lay this on you, but you’re so fucking stubborn!” he yelled as I turned away from him. “She’s
pregnant. Harlow is pregnant, and she won’t get an abortion, and giving birth could . . .”
    He didn’t finish. He didn’t have to. I knew what the rest of that sentence was. My knees gave way, and I grabbed the back of the chair in front of me while sheer terror squeezed my
lungs and heart until I couldn’t take a breath.
    Harlow couldn’t be pregnant. She couldn’t be. Oh, God, no. I couldn’t lose her. I needed her to live. Even if she wouldn’t talk to me, I needed her alive on this
earth.
    “Mase is worried. She’s determined to have this child. Mase said she refuses to tell you because she knows you won’t agree with her. You’ll want her to get an abortion.
She’s unwilling to even consider it.”
    “No. She can’t do this. I can’t lose her,” I said, shaking my head, refusing to accept this. I had to get to Texas. I grabbed my keys and headed for the door.
    “Where are you going?” Rush called out.
    “Texas.”
    “I didn’t say she was there. I said I’d talked to Mase,” Rush said as he came after me.
    “Then where is she? I won’t lose her. She can’t do this.” I was yelling so loudly that Rush couldn’t help wincing.
    “You need a plan,” Rush said, grabbing my arm in a firm grip. “Mase told me more. If you’ll sit and calm your ass down, I can tell you everything. Being prepared is the
only way you can get through to her.”
    He was right. I hated waiting. I hated not being able to get to her, but he was right. I had to be levelheaded. If I was going to save her, I had to be ready when I saw her. Going after her in a
wild panic wasn’t going to do anything but send her running to a new hiding place.
    “Does she feel OK? Did he say if she was healthy? Is she sick?” I asked.
    “She’s fine. Mase is keeping her close. Other than missing you, she’s doing OK.”
    She missed me? All she had to do was call me. I’d be there. But then, why would she trust me? After what I’d done to her. The self-hatred inside me grew and twisted into an ugly ball
of fury. I could be with her right now if I’d handled it right. If I hadn’t been so selfish and scared. She wouldn’t be facing this