I need to talk to you.
Garrett's eyebrows screwed in confusion. He wasn't sure why in the hell Shell was texting him. That never happened, and it gave him a funny feeling in his stomach.
Ok...is it bad?
He waited for what felt like forever for her to answer.
Could be, I just want you to know what we're dealing with.
He blew out a long breath. Obviously this was about Hannah, and that scared the s**t out of him.
Do you want to call me or me meet you somewhere?
Hannah slept beside him, her face relaxed, her body warm. He did not want to leave this bed, but if it had something to do with the woman who lay next to him, he would walk through the pits of hell and back.
Can you meet me at the hotel? I have something I need to show you.
That was the nail in the coffin. This problem was ob
