Chapter 121

Jackson seems torn about coming in, but he does as I ask and moves back into the lift with a gentle look. I turn and leave him to go back downstairs. I walk through the apartment’s open door, I left sitting that way, and go off to find my phone, padding across the apartment to get it from my charging dock by the mirror.

I’ll call him, and he can tell me that he has this under control… that I’m an idiot. I’m pretty sure he will happily do so. I just need to hear his voice; I don’t know why but I do. I’m so rattled and shaken that it’s all I am focusing on to bring me back to a sane level.

I pick it up from the side unit and find the number I have saved under ‘Lord Arsehole’. Still the name I use and dial it. It rings only three times before he answers.

“What is it, Cam?” He sounds serene and typical like nothing is amiss. Not even annoyed that I am calling him, even though he left minutes ago; that familiar husky low tone of the most heart-warming voice in the world