Stolen Course (Wrecked and Ruined #2)

FOR FORTY-EIGHT hours, I’ve done nothing but think about Emma Jane Erickson. I’ve tried everything to stop, but the brief memories from my dream won’t let me go. I can’t figure out what it is about her that consumes my every thought. You know, if I don’t count her Victoria’s Secret runway model good looks. Fuck, I couldn’t jerk off enough to forget how she looked running down that hospital hallway. Trust me. I tried.

My visit to Lisa made things even worse. She usually helps me forget everything. She’s great in bed, even if she is crazy as a circus sideshow out of it. This time, even she couldn’t dull the ache in my body for Emma. I’ve almost broken my phone twelve times calling for updates about Sarah. I needed a reason to dial Emma’s number, but I had nothing new about her sister to share.

Finally I caught a break this morning. It seems Sarah’s neurologist got involved in her criminal investigation. I have no doubt that the pixie finger that dialed that doctor’s number was any other than Jesse Addison. She is hell-bent on saving Sarah, even if it is from afar. She has this silly notion that Brett needs Sarah to be okay. Truth be told, Brett just needs Jesse. Sarah isn’t even a blip on his radar anymore.

I’ve been sitting on my couch for forty-five minutes staring at my phone. Debating on what to tell Emma. Of course, I’ll tell her the truth, but how do I sugarcoat it? Fuck it, I’m just going to do it. She doesn’t strike me as a woman who needs to be coddled.

“Hello.” Her smooth Southern drawl slides through the phone.

“Emma?”

“Hey, Caleb. I’m so glad you called. I’ve been worried sick. What’s going on?” She jumps right to the point of the call.

“Sarah’s fine. She’s still in the hospital. Sorry I didn’t call you sooner.”

“She’s still at the hospital? Why? I thought they were taking her into police custody?” she shrieks across the line.

“It seems her doctor got involved, and he’s keeping her there, claiming she’s incompetent. He’s basically cock-blocking the police from touching her.”

“Oh my God, Caleb. That’s fantastic news!” she says so excitedly that I almost want to be happy with her. I can’t though. Sarah belongs in jail, if for no other reason than what she did to Manda.

“Yeah, so we are just waiting to see what happens with her doctor and attorney tomorrow.”

“Caleb! I wish I could kiss you right now!” she screams through the phone.

“Oh yeah? I should call more often then.” I laugh at her enthusiasm.

“I’ve been sick all day about the idea of Sarah sitting in a cell. This is the best news in days. I’m getting drunk to celebrate.”

“You calling up all your girlfriends and going out or staying in for your little celebration?”

“I don’t have many girlfriends. My two best friends are guys. They are always up for getting drunk.”

My blood boils. She’s going out with two fucking dudes. Of course they are always up for getting drunk. They probably spend the whole night staring at her tits and imagining putting their dicks in her ass.

“Fuck!” It just comes out. I know I sound like a douche right now. I’ve met this woman exactly once and I was a bastard. I was inside another woman less than twenty-four hours ago, yet here I am getting pissed off at the idea of her with another man.

“What? Something wrong?” she asks sweetly.

“No, just be careful. Make sure you catch a cab.” I try to get off the phone, but she stops me.

“Caleb, the guys I’m going out with tonight are my best friends and roommates. We share a small townhouse in downtown Savannah. No one will be driving tonight. The bar we go to is just down the street. Actually, all the bars are within walking distance. Okay?”

“Emma, you don’t owe me any explanations. I just didn’t want anyone drinking then driving.”

“That’s funny. You didn’t get pissed off until I mentioned Alex and Hunter.”

Christ, I’ve got to end this call. She is entirely too perceptive of my moods.

“Listen, I need to go. I’ll let you know when they move Sarah.”

“Thanks, Caleb,” she breathes into the phone, and I have to suck in breath of my own. I can feel her words, and not just in my pants. Yeah, definitely time to say goodnight.

“Bye, Emma.” I hang up the phone before she has a chance to say anything else.

My ass stays glued to the couch for the next twenty minutes while I try to figure out what the hell to do about Emma. I don’t know her. She’s probably a total bitch just like her sister. Damn it, why the fuck does she have to be Sarah’s sister? That one relationship complicates everything. It’s not like I can fuck her out of my system like I do with other women. Then again, I’ve never had a woman in my system since Manda. I can’t touch Emma. No matter how much I want to. It would be seven million shades of fucked up when things got messy. And there is no doubt things would get messy. Sarah would flip her crazy shit if she found out I was sleeping with her sister. Hell, that little thought alone makes me want to do it all the more.