Running To Him - Forbidden Hearts Series Book 6

37| Wrecking Ball

The word excitement needed to be changed to something else. Something...more. The art show was tomorrow, and what I was feeling right now was way more than excitement.

Getting up from the bed that I haven't been using lately, I walked over to the small closet where I was hiding my dress. I ran my hands over the soft satiny material. I really hoped he was going to like it. More importantly, I was praying that his art show was going to be a success.

It was impossible for anybody in his position to not be nervous. He tried to play it off, but I knew deep down that he was most likely pants-shitting terrified. How could he not be? He was going to be in a room where people were going to come for the sole purpose of looking at his work and judging his skills as a painter. I was happy that I was going to be able to be there for him. Whether or not it was a good outcome or a bad one, I owed him.

I owed him everything. If I hadn't come to Paris and found Ollie, god knows where I would be right now or what kind of condition I would be in. It's crazy how things work out sometimes. It makes you question if destiny and fate actually existed in the world.

Stepping away from the dress, I walked back over to the unused bed and stared at my cell phone. I was home alone right now. After making love to me twice this morning, Ollie gave me a deep kiss before letting me know that he had to take care of some errands for the show.

When I finally emerged from our bed and got some caffeine and sugar into my system, I kept thinking about them. Harper and Jackson. Danielle and Ryan. Nathan and Karma. Lanie and Ayden.

My family.

Ever since the other night when I opened up to Ollie, I couldn't help but start to feel guilty about the mess I left back in New York. I knew they were worried about me. And after all of the losses we have all faced it made me feel like a bigger piece of shit.

The one silver lining was that Ollie spoke to a few of them, mainly Harper, and told them that I was all right. Just another thing that I owed that man for. There had to be something besides going to the art show that I could do for him. I just needed to think about it.

Glancing at my phone again, I sighed before finally reaching for it. I didn't bother sitting on the bed while I made this call because I was just going to end up pacing anyway. So I scrolled through the phone until I saw the name I was looking for.

Then I hit send.

It was probably just before noon in New York, so she should be able to—

"Jamie? Hello?"

Tears rushed to my eyes at the sound of her voice, and there was no holding them back. "Harp?"

There was a rustling on the other end of the line. I could hear Harper telling someone that it was me on the phone. Then I heard another familiar voice. One with a thick British accent.

"Is it really her on the phone? Bloody hell. Is she alright? Let me talk to her."

"Jamie?" Harper's tone was soft but concerned. "It's just me and Jackson here. I'm putting you on speaker." Not a moment later I heard both of them clearly. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, Harper. I'm...good."

Jackson didn't sound convinced. "You don't sound fine, Jamie. Did Ollie do something? Because I will get on a plane right bloody now and come over there to kick his painter ass."

I couldn't help but smile at the threat. He was a big brother to all of us. So protective and loving. "God, Jackson. I really missed you." Overcome with emotion, it took me a moment before I could continue. "No, he didn't do anything wrong at all. And I really am okay. I just really miss you guys."