Chapter 106 (1/2)
I grin at my screen. The last few evenings have been . . . entertaining. We have relaxed again, Leila's brief interruption forgotten. I haven't quite worked up the courage to ask if any of her paintings hang on the walls - and frankly, I don't really care. My BlackBerry buzzes and I answer, expecting Christian.
”Ana?”
Who is this?
”Yes?”
”Ana, honey. It's Jose Senior.”
”Mr. Rodriguez! Hi!” My scalp prickles. What does Jose's dad want with me?
”Honey, I'm sorry to call you at work. It's Ray.” His voice falters.
”What is it? What's happened?” My heart leaps into my throat.
”Ray's been in an accident.”
Oh No. Daddy. I stop breathing.
”He's in the hospital. You'd better get here quick.”
Chapter Seventeen
”Mr. Rodriguez, what's happened?” My voice is hoarse and thick with unshed tears. Ray. Sweet Ray. My dad.
”He's been in a car accident.”
”Okay, I'll come . . . I'll come now.” Adrenaline has flooded my bloodstream, leaving panic in its wake. I'm finding it difficult to breathe.
”They've transferred him to Portland.”
Portland? What the hell is he doing in Portland?
”They airlifted him, Ana. I'm heading there now. OHSU. Oh, Ana, I didn't see the car. I just didn't see it . . .” His voice cracks. Mr. Rodriguez - no!
”I'll see you there.” Mr. Rodriguez chokes and the line goes dead. A dark dread seizes me by the throat, overwhelming me. Ray. No. No. I take a deep steadying breath, pick up the phone and call Roach. He answers on the second ring.
”Ana?”
”Jerry. It's my father.”
”Ana, what happened?”
I explain, barely pausing to breathe.
”Go. Of course, you must go. I hope your father's okay.”
”Thank you. I'll keep you informed.” Inadvertently I slam the phone down, but right now couldn't care less.
”Hanna!” I call, aware of the anxiety in my voice. Moments later she pokes her head around the door to find me packing my purse and grabbing papers to stuff into my briefcase.
”Yes, Ana?” She frowns.
”My father has been in an accident. I have to go.”
”Oh dear - ”
”Cancel all my appointments today. And Monday. You'll have to finish prepping the e-book presentation - notes are in the shared file. Get Courtney to help if you have to.”
”Yes,” Hanna whispers. ”I hope he's okay. Don't worry about anything here. We'll muddle through.”
”I have my BlackBerry.”
The concern etched on her pinched, pale face is almost my undoing. Daddy.
I grab my jacket, purse, and briefcase. ”I'll call you if I need anything.”
”Do, please. Good luck, Ana. Hope he's okay.”
I give her a small tight smile, fighting to maintain my composure, and exit my office. I try hard not to run all the way to reception. Sawyer leaps to his feet when I arrive.
”Mrs. Grey?” he asks, confused by my sudden appearance.