by Amy Marie
I shake my head in disbelief. “Someone shot Casen in his apartment? Was he being robbed?”
“No. It was at Reece’s apartment.” She grows quiet for a moment and then stares at me intently. “I think Reece shot Casen. He didn’t call 911 and he wasn’t there when paramedics arrived. He called my mom and told her to come here and then he just disappeared. Won’t answer his phone. Didn’t meet us here. Nothing. I’m not sure my mom has made the assumption yet, but I’m not stupid. Reece is a loose cannon. I’ve kept my distance from him since we were kids.”
The doors open up at the end of the hallway and the doctors immediately zero in on Casen’s parents. Megan and I stay where we are and watch as Mrs. Parker starts to cry. My stomach twists with sickness. I can’t lose him. I just can’t.
When the doctors leave, she comes over to us. “He’s out of surgery and in recovery. We can see him in a little bit but the doctor said he may not wake up for a while.”
I breathe out a sigh of relief, all the weight I’ve had for just moments has now lifted, and we all hug one another. Trinity finds us as she exits the elevators, pale as a ghost.
“Casen’s out of surgery,” I tell her. “He’s going to be fine. What’s wrong?”
She nods, bringing her cell phone up for me to see a text message.
Reece: Tell everyone I’m sorry for ruining their lives. Please tell me I didn’t kill Casen.
I gasp. “Oh my God. He did it. He shot Casen?”
I must have said it loud because Casen’s father comes over and snatches the phone from Trinity’s hands. His tired eyes grow furious. “What the fuck is this? Megan, call the police.”
He walks away with the phone, leaving Trinity and me in shock.
***
I sit beside Casen’s bed, still waiting for him to wake up, mid-morning the next day and think about everything that has occurred in the past twenty-four hours. Trinity was able to get a hold of Reece and convinced him to go to the police. She left around five o’clock this morning to pick him up and take him in. When she called me an hour ago, I stepped outside and listened to her tell me everything that Reece confessed. It rocked me to my core.
With sadness in her voice, I listened as my best friend told me Reece not only shot Casen but that he killed Ian. Ian and Reece had gotten into an argument and Reece, who was carrying his gun for protection, decided to use it on Ian. He wouldn’t go into detail on the argument but for him to shoot his best friend it had to be something bad. Trinity also said that there were some things about me that Reece admitted. Those she would rather sit down, face to face, and talk to me about when she felt the time was right. She said it would have to be soon unless Casen told me when he woke up. I don’t understand why she couldn’t tell me over the phone, but right now I want to focus on Casen and getting him back up and healthy.
A bouquet of flowers are brought in by one of the many nurses that work here. I don’t remember her name, which makes me feel awful because nurses work so hard and probably only get a quarter of the credit they’re due.
“Thank you,” I tell her, and she smiles back at me.
Casen’s arm lies at his side. It only has the blood pressure cuff on it and nothing connected to his hand so I grab a hold and lay my head on top of it. He’s warm, alive, and I’m so thankful for that. The doctor said to his mom that just a centimeter to the right would have killed him. He would have left this world heartbroken and I would have lived my life the same way. I slammed a door in his face. I let him go, but I won’t make that mistake ever again.
“My mom told me who you are.”
I lift my head up and find Megan, showered and changed, hair pulled back into a bun. “She did, huh?”
Walking to the other side of Casen, she takes a seat. “Well, I already knew. I spoke to Kate. She’s my best friend, but my mom filled me in on the gaps.”
I nod not knowing what else to say.
“Listen, Embyr.” Her face morphs into sorrow. “I’m not without blame. I should have stood up for you.”
I shake my head no. “I’m finished blaming anyone for the things that happened long ago. We were all dumb kids. Some may have known better but I’m done trying to guess who. We all made mistakes.” I look at Casen. “Mine was to use Ian to make Casen notice me.”
She laughs. “Oh, he noticed you. As much as he tried to hide it, everyone except you knew, and it’s just so funny…” She trails off for a moment, looking up in thought. “After high school, Casen wasn’t the same but then a few months ago, all of a sudden he started acting like the lovesick puppy he was back then. Which is saying a lot because my brother likes to be the alpha male. The tough guy.”
I blush thinking about how alpha Casen really is. It’s one of the things I love about him. He gets what I need sexually but then he can be so sweet, which is exactly what I crave outside of the bedroom.
“A lovesick puppy?” I ask. “I would never think to call him that.”
She shrugs. “But don’t tell anyone else what I’m about to say…kudos to you for going after them. I mean they were all pieces of shit. Patrick cornered me in our hallway one time. I never told Casen because he would have killed him but he deserves the sentence he got.”
Last week was Patrick’s sentencing. He pleaded guilty in exchange for a lesser sentence. I believe he got five years in prison and to pay back the rest of the money that hasn’t been returned yet.
“Not some of my proudest moments.” I look at the monitors, willing Casen to wake up soon. Guilt consumes me. “I just can’t help but feel like all this is my fault. It all started with that bet. Then when things were finally calming down with them, I pop back into the scene and all hell breaks loose once again.”
“I thought we weren’t playing the blame game anymore, Embyr? Stop worrying about the past. Focus on the here and now. Start with fixing what’s going on between you and Casen.”
My head snaps up. “How did you know?”
“He texted me earlier. Asked me all the ways to woo a woman.” She giggles. “His words. Not mine.”
I laugh right along with her. The first time in days and it felt good. “And what did you tell him?”
“That if I got shot by my best friend she would come running back to me,” a deep, groggy, all alpha male voice answers.
Both Megan and I jump up but she runs out of the room and I just sit there and stare.
“Hi,” he finally says.
I swallow, trying to relieve the dryness of my throat. “Hi.”
He reaches for me and I take his hand in mine, lean in and kiss him. I pull back slightly to stare into his eyes. “I love you, and I was coming back for you, even before I got this phone call.”
His parched lips widen. “I love you too, baby.”
We’re pulled apart by a doctor and two nurses who want to check him over. Megan and I step outside while she calls her parents. “They are going to be so mad they missed him waking up. They’ll never forgive me for making them go to eat after talking to the police.”
She walks down the hall, leaving me alone, and I slide down the wall, my head falling to my knees as I begin to sob. I cry and the tears wash away all of the emotions that have overcome me. They wash away the shitty high school years. They wash away the deceitful woman I became. They wash away the drama of everything that has happened since Casen and I reconnected. They bring a new sense of purpose. One that allows me to feel like I deserve a happy ending.
The doctor walks out of the room, leaving the two nurses to adjust Casen’s position and make him comfortable. I stand in the doorway, catching the aftermath of my tears that fell down my cheeks. Megan still hasn’t returned and once the room is cleared I take my place sitting alongside his bed.
Casen looks at me, caressing my hand with his fingers. “Embyr.”
“Yes.” I smile sweetly at him, thankful to hear his voice. Even though the doctor assured us he would wake up soon, I was still worried there was a chance he wouldn’t.
; “Will you marry me?” The question rings loud and clear through the quiet room.
I lean into him, kiss him on the lips and whisper, “No.”
TWENTY-ONE
CASEN
“What? Why?” I ask in disbelief. You’d think a guy who just got shot would gain a sympathy yes.
She sits back and gives me her full attention. “Because I want you to ask me when death hasn’t knocked on your door. I want you to ask me when there is no drama going on in our lives, when your best friend didn’t try to kill you.”
The memory of facing Reece when I was in that room haunts me. His eyes were maniacal like he just couldn’t help doing what he was doing. “Reece shot me. He killed Ian.”
“I know.” She confirms. “He’s at the police station. He turned himself in. Trinity took him this morning.”
“Good. No more drama. So marry me.”
She laughs. “No. Not yet.”
I squeeze her hand. “I don’t mean right now. Just say yes and we can play it all out later. I just want to know that you want to be my wife.”
“Casen, I do want to be your wife but I feel right now we need to focus on what happened to all of us. Deal with all that. Your best friend tried to kill you months after he killed Ian.”
I remember the pictures of Embyr all over the walls. “He was stalking you, Embyr. He knew who you were the whole time. He knew where you went to college and where you moved to when you got back. He had to have recognized you that first time I introduced you in the fire station.”
“Wh-wh-what?” She stutters. “He was stalking me?”
I nod. “He had pictures of you all over his walls. From high school all the way to recent ones of you and me on the streets. He had newspaper clippings about Ian’s death, Patrick’s arrest, and all of Thad’s coming out shit. Even stuff about Wesley. I think he followed your every move. There is no knowing how far he went or could go.” I grow tired and my eyelids begin to flutter closed.
“We can talk about this later.” She kisses my forehead. “You need to get some rest.”
I don’t argue. I’m tired and the medicine the nurses gave me is beginning to kick in. I don’t remember much of what happened after Reece shot me, but they told me I had surgery and I was lucky to be alive, hence why the spontaneous proposal. I don’t want another day to go by without going for exactly what I want.
“Are you going to leave?” I question, my eyes secured shut. “Please don’t leave.”
I hear a chair being pulled alongside my bed and feel her hair drape over my arm. Her cheek rests on my forearm. “No, I’m not leaving you. I’ll be here when you wake up. I promise.”
She isn’t there when I wake up, and as disheartening as that feels, I understand why. Two detectives are standing just outside my room. The nurse comes in and gives me more pain meds before allowing them to speak with me.
I tell them everything I know…every heartbreaking detail. Most of the information I give them they are already aware of. From the room in his house to Ian’s death, Reece spiraled out of control. One detail they hadn’t heard yet was the video that was sent to Embyr’s work. He hadn’t confessed that to them. I’m hoping Embyr isn’t mad that I told them but I felt like to know the whole story, they needed to know where it all started and how it all ended. They leave their card and ask me to call and make an appointment once I’m up and moving.
I only had a few scary moments back at Reece’s apartment to think about what he did before everything went dark. Now that I sit here after the detectives left and soak it all in, I’m wondering how I could have been so blind. It was over a decade of secrets he kept. How many times could he have told me he was interested in Embyr? Why make that bet? Why squirm over it right alongside me? What man has an obsession so strong with a woman that he followed her through her teens and twenties, hiring someone to follow her at college? He knew where Annie was when I asked him to talk to Ian for me. I know that he tried to talk me out of it but maybe if at any point in the past ten years, if he would have talked to me we might have been able to get through it. He killed Ian over Embyr and he almost killed me over her as well. I know the stress of trying to help your parents out must have taken a toll on him. Add not getting the promotion and Trinity leaving him probably made for the perfect storm.
It doesn’t excuse what he did.
“Casen?” My sweet mother’s voice breaks the horrible memories of yesterday. I almost lost my life at the hands of my best friend and that can almost break a guy.
I smile wide. She’s a vision. “Mom.”
Her eyes fill with tears that are threatening to spill over. She looks like she hasn’t gotten any sleep and I don’t blame her. I can’t imagine what she went through.
Her arms gently wrap around my body and she squeezes lightly before pulling back and slapping my arm. “Don’t do that to me again!” she jokingly yells. “Parents are supposed to go first, and that’s after you give me beautiful grandchildren.”
“I’m sorry, Ma. I’ll make sure not to get shot again. At least until my wife pops out a couple of babies and you die first.”
Her eyes slit. “That’s all I ask, baby boy. It’s all I ask.”
“Son.” My dad comes to the other side of the bed. “You feeling okay?”
I glance at the monitors and point to my IV. “They gave me some meds a little bit ago so I should be feeling fine very soon.”
He laughs, but you can tell it’s strained. It must have torn them up. “I love you, Casen.”
I grab both of my parent’s hands. “I love you all too. I’m sorry I scared you.”
My mom shakes her head. “I just don’t understand why Reece would do this to you. You two used to be such good friends. It breaks my heart that he did something so malicious to you.”
“One day I’ll sit down with you and explain everything but right now isn’t the time, and I’m sure if there is a trial, you’ll get to hear all of the details anyway.”
The last part of that sentence slurs slightly. “Okay.” My dad releases my hand. “We’re going to let you sleep.” He points to the chairs in the corner. “We’ll just be back here watching you.”
My mom tries to release my hand but I hold onto it tightly. “Mom, I have a favor.”
Leaning in, she kisses my cheek. “Anything for you. Just name it.”
My eyes flutter open at the sound of a chair scraping across the floor.
“I’m sorry, Casen.” She stops, hovering just above it like she might change her mind.
“Why are you sorry?” The vision before me is stunning. Embyr must have gone home because she looks freshly showered. Her long, dark hair is straightened, and she’s wearing a dark red long sleeved shirt and my absolute most favorite pair of jeans. They hug her in all the right places and if I wasn’t so exhausted – and just had major surgery – I might try to convince her to give me a quickie before someone comes in and stops us.
“Because I woke you up.” She finally sits all the way down. “And stop looking at me like that.”
I shrug. “Like what?”
One leg crosses over the other, and she rests her hand over mine. “Like you want to fuck me.”
Hearing her say the word fuck isn’t helping. “I do want to fuck you.”
Her head shakes in disbelief. “Only you would want to have sex the day after you’ve been shot. What if someone walks in or if your IV gets ripped out?”
“It would be worth it.”
Changing the subject, she says, “I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you woke up earlier. The police came and then your parents wanted to see you so I took a cab home, showered, grabbed fresh pajamas and clothes, and drove back over.”
“It’s fine. Are you staying over tonight?”
“I am.”
“Good.” I hesitate before continuing. “I told the police about the email that was sent to everyone you work with.”
“That’s okay.” She pushes a stray hair behind her ear. “I told them I’d co
me in tomorrow to speak to them. I would have told them anyway.”
My hand pats the side of my bed that doesn’t have any wires and Embyr wordlessly stands and walks to that side. “Lay with me.” I attempt to move over so she has some room.
One foot steps back. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“You owe me.” I shift to get comfortable and lift my blanket.
Her head turns as she side eyes me. “For what?”
I shake the blanket. “For not being here when I woke up like you promised.”
“You’re going to use that against me?” she asks, her hands going to her hips.
I sigh. “If it’s going to work, then yes.”
She concedes, carefully sliding in next to me and laying her head in the crevice of my neck. “If someone comes in here and yells at us for doing this then I’m telling them it was you.”
“No one will believe you.” I murmur, feeling the weight of everything that has happened lift up off me. “I’m the patient. You said you wanted to ride my cock, and I compromised by allowing you to lay with me.”
Embyr bursts out a laugh. “You would say that too, wouldn’t you?”
I place my lips on the top of her head. “I would. Even if it was my mom that yelled.”
She shakes her head side to side in what I assume is disbelief. “I don’t doubt it.”
I rub my hand up and down her back. “We can’t break up again, Embyr. If we’re doing this then we’re going all in this time. Whatever comes our way we have to agree to work it through together. No matter what.”
Her beautiful eyes turn to me, and her soft lips make contact with my dry ones. “I promise. This one I’ll keep. No matter what we do this together.”
Embyr turns the TV on, and I fall asleep in her arms, only to be woken when she’s attempting to get out of bed.
“I understand,” she whispers to someone in the room. “It won’t happen again.”
