Throwing the door open, I called out Meagan’s name as I ended the call with Noah. “Meg?”
I ran to the bedroom only to find it empty. Standing there for a few seconds, I quickly searched the rest of the apartment before stopping in the living room.
This time I called Noah’s number to avoid another randomly strung set of curse words thrown my way.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t answer?”
With a frustrated sigh, I tried to stay calm. “Grace, where is Meagan? She’s gone. I mean, she left our place and she didn’t take her car.”
“Um . . . she said she was going to a hotel. Are you going after her?”
“What the fuck kind of question is that? Of course I am. I love her more than I love the fucking air I breathe, but I can’t go after her if I don’t know where in the hell she is.”
“Okay well, just a word of advice, maybe kick that down a few notches and make it a bit more romantic. I mean, after all, she just told you she was carrying your child and you walked out on her.”
My stomach dropped as excitement built in my body. Meagan is carrying my child.
A baby.
Holy hell.
The smile that spread across my face had to have been the biggest damn smile ever before Grace’s words hit me again.
“That was the first and last time I’ll ever walk away from her. I swear to God,” I said as I quickly headed back to my truck.
There was silence on the phone as I heard Grace clear her throat. “Don’t tell me that . . . tell her.”
My jaw trembled at the idea of hurting Meagan. “The last thing I’d ever do is hurt her, Grace.”
“I know,” she whispered. “Just get your ass over to the Strater Hotel and make it up to her, Bennett. She called right before you did to say she was checking in.”
I tried to smile, but all I could think of was getting to Meagan.
“Thanks, Grace. I owe you big time.”
“Hell yes you do, stripper boy.”
With a groan of frustration, I tossed my phone onto the passenger seat and drove as fast as I could to the Strater Hotel.
I pulled in so fast, the valet guy jumped out of my way. Pushing open my door, he came walking over. “Jesus, dude. You can’t come pulling in like that, you . . .”
I flashed my badge and said, “Sorry, police business.”
“Oh, right. Do you want us to park it?”
Glancing over my shoulder, I nodded and said, “Yes.”
“Sir! What name should we put it under?”
“Bennett, Grayson Bennett.”
My eyes scanned the lobby as I frantically looked for Meagan. Walking up to the registration counter, I flashed a smile to the redhead looking directly at me.
“May I help you, sir?”
“Yes,” I said as I showed her my badge. “Do you have a Meagan Atwood who recently checked in?”
She nodded and said, “Yes, she is heading up to her room now.”