Call You Mine (The Baker’s Creek Billionaire Brothers #4) - Claudia Burgoa Page 0,93
be upset if he heard you.”
“I’m praying that he gets up and kicks my ass.” He runs a hand through his hair. “I couldn’t handle it if…”
Just when I thought the waterworks would stop, I start again.
“He’s going to be fine, Gracie,” Seth assures me.
The only update we get from Hayes is that Beacon will be in surgery for several hours. Dad always has a way to make sure that everyone is taken care of during an emergency like this one. A few hours after we arrived, we’re in a private waiting room. My family, including Mom, is here.
I don’t like what she says when she hugs me. “Your grandfather called Janelle.”
“Why?”
Grandpa Chris glances at me and opens his arms. “Come here, Gracie.” He hugs me. “I’m sorry this is happening. We’re all praying for him. He’s a strong man. He’ll come through.”
“You called Janelle,” I say in an accusatory tone.
“No, it was Gabe who did it.”
“Throw me under the bus, rock star,” Grandpa Gabe complains and takes me into his arms. “I’m sorry, Gracie. I don’t know what to say. Just, we’re here for you.”
“Thank you, but why did you call her?”
“It might be a good time for them to get closure,” Grandpa Chris explains. “If one of my kids had an accident, I’d like to know, even if we were estranged.”
This feels surreal, like a funeral. I shake my head and leave the room. I can’t deal with closure, grief, or pain.
“He’s going to be fine,” Mane assures me as he catches up with me. “It’s Beacon fucking Aldridge.”
“He’s right.” Seth hugs me.
When I turn around, I notice that the guys and my brothers surround me.
“I know you want to run away, but it’ll be best if we all stay in the waiting room—waiting,” Seth suggests.
“His mother is coming. She’s going to make a scene.” I blow out some air as I try to calm myself. “He doesn’t like when people air out his private life.”
“I’ll make sure she behaves,” Seth promises.
“Just picture it,” Nathan says. “In a couple of hours, you’re going to see him, and his first joke is going to be about his broken back and sex.”
“Don’t be crass.”
He grins. “At least I made you less sad and a little raggy.”
I wish I could joke like them. They don’t see the big picture. According to the guys and the EMT, Beacon couldn’t feel his arms or legs. He couldn’t move his hands. How is he supposed to create music? His life is making music. It’s what he loves the most.
“Come on, Mom is worried about you. She has lunch and snacks, so you can munch while we wait,” Seth says, pulling me toward the waiting room.
The moment I enter, I smile. Beac would love this. His family is here. The band, Dad, my brothers, and my grandparents. Some of my cousins came earlier. Tucker has been texting Seth, asking for updates. Jacob and Aunt Pria were in New York when they heard about the accident. They’re taking a plane, and some of my cousins are coming with them.
Most importantly, his brothers are here.
Dad approaches me. “You should take a nap.”
“What went wrong?” I ask one more time.
He shakes his head. “They did everything right.”
“But?”
“You don’t expect that the people you are trying to save will turn on you.” Dad lifts his gaze, focusing on Mom, then Grandpa Chris. He takes a big sip of air. “He’ll pull through. He’s a fighter.”
“I wish I could be with him.”
“Do you want me to request access to his room so you can take a nap?” He sounds like Blaire. She hounded me until I took that pill, and now…I woke up to the worst news ever.
If I go to sleep and—Don’t think about it, Grace. He’s going to be okay.
He has to be fine.
I want to scream to everyone, to no one in particular, “How could you let this happen?”
Of all the people in the world, he’s supposed to be the one to stay—forever. Out of all the people in the world, he was meant for me. He’s meant to be my exception.
He promised me he’d never leave me again.
“He can’t leave me,” I sob again.
“He’ll be fine.”
“Why is it that I feel like he’s leaving?”
“Grace, you need to rest,” Dad insists. “I don’t want you to get sick.”
I stare at him with watery eyes. He looks blurry, but I can feel his worry—for me, for Beacon. “If Mom was in the operating room, would you be able