Lockwood Creek Book Two - This can be read as a stand-a-lone.
A Why Choose Story.
Maddy Lockwood was the Perfect Daughter and to save the Lockwood family she agreed to a marriage she did not want, but now she will learn the hard way that no matter...
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~ ~ Logan ~ ~
Not able to sleep and plumb tired out, I sat up and rubbed a hand across my chest. I couldn't settle. Was it being away from Maddy? Or the Ranch maybe?
Or it could just be trying to sleep on a sofa that had seen better days. I'd insisted Jackson take the bed but honestly we should have booked into a motel or something. But Jackson had wanted to check in on his army-buddy and I could hardly say no.
But as soon as I clapped eyes on the sofa I should have realised that dog wouldn't hunt.
Sighing out loud, my eyes danced around the barely lit room looking for my phone to see what time it was and how much longer I had to put up with this torture.
Not finding it, I reckoned I'd left it in the kitchen. Pushing myself up, I went in search. And just as I thought. There it was, sat on the table.
Feeling thirsty, I grabbed a glass of water and picked up my phone. Guzzling down my drink whilst unlocking it, I took note that I'd missed some calls.
Shit.
My phone had been on silent. I was always catching that stupid tiny button on the side.
Who the hell made these damn things?
Back to the calls. They were all from an unknown number, a fuck load of them. And messages too.
Flicking to the first message, it read: CALL ME. ADAM.
What the hell?
Adam? Riley Jo's husband?
Every message after was the same. All asking me to contact him.
I tensed, and unease chilled my blood.
And just as it tried to return his call, the unknown number called again.
"Adam?" I asked, putting my glass down and moving my hand to sit on my hip.
"Thank Christ. Logan?"
His normally quietly calm voice was laden with worry lifting the hairs on the back of my neck. "Yes Sir, it's me."
"You need to come home. Now. Right this minute," he said, his words echoed over the crackling line.
"What's wrong? Is Maddy okay?"
"No, she's not okay. She's been shot!"
Every bone in my body locked tight. "What!" I exploded and the thought of her hurt, a wretched pang squeezed life out of my lungs.
"Get home. Stop for no one, Logan."
And then he ended the call.
Jesus. Fucking. Christ!
I stared at my phone blankly. The tightness in my chest spread fear and panic crawling all over me like a nest of rattlesnakes.
And then I was running out of the kitchen already yelling out my brother's name as I hit the stairs two at a time.
