Book 2 - Page 101 (1/2)
Emily smiled, his proud tone warming her. “Thank you.” She sipped the juice and glanced around again. “Is everyone still asleep?”
“Lillian’s getting ready.” Chad opened an egg over a sizzling frying pan. “Fallon and Trevor are awake. He came down and grabbed two cups of coffee. I haven’t seen Olivia or Jude, yet.” He gulped his orange juice. “Eggs and bacon?”
“Sure,” Emily replied, her stomach growling from the tantalizing smell.
Chad scooped some eggs and a few slices of bacon onto a plate. Placing it in front of Emily, he smiled, the wrinkles around his blue eyes lifting. “Enjoy.”
“Thank you.” Emily picked up her fork and dug in. Over the next twenty minutes, she enjoyed listening to Chad talk about Gavin. She learned not only was her Yankees lover a Mets lover at one point, but he also pitched a no hitter in his senior year of high school. Afterward, he walked off the field, never to play again except for fun. Chad said they believed Gavin’s decision to stop playing came from the pressure hounding scouts gave him about taking his talent all the way to the major league. This surprised Emily, considering Gavin’s deep love for baseball. Nevertheless, she chalked it up to him wanting to become an architect. Either way, her curiosity was piqued, and she’d planned on picking his brain a little on the ride home. After she finished eating, Emily checked her watch. He’d been gone for over thirty minutes.
“Is Gavin milking the cow on a farm somewhere?” She pointed at the clock on the stainless steel stove. “He’s been gone a while.”
Chad squinted, his brow slowly rising. “Hmm. He has been gone for a while.” He looked out the window at the fat drops of rain falling from the sky. “Maybe he’s taking it slow. I know he mentioned he was riding his motorcycle up there.”
“Oh,” Emily said softly. A pang of unease settled over her limbs. Her mind rushed to a conversation she and Gavin had not long ago. He’d gone into great, enthusiastic detail about how he loved opening up the bike to unG.o.dly speeds while on the roads in East Hampton. “I’m going to call his cell and check on him.”
Chad nodded, and Emily headed for the stairs. Taking two at a time, she reached the top in seconds. Rounding the corner, she collided into Olivia.
“Well, that woke me up,” Olivia chirped. Towel drying her hair, she stared at Emily. “Why do you look all freaked out?”
Emily’s eyes flew to an arched floor-to-ceiling window visible from the hallway. She held her breath as she took in the rain falling in thick, heavy sheets. Emily rushed past Olivia, her feeling of unease growing. With a quick hand, she dug her phone from her purse and hit the b.u.t.ton for Gavin’s number. By the fourth ring, she knew he wasn’t picking up.