All I can think about is losing Tripp. I can’t lose her. It’s taking everything in me right now not to break down and fucking cry. This is my worst nightmare. I need to get to her.

Not even a minute of being on the road and the message comes from Tripp’s phone telling me the name of which hospital she’s at.

Slamming down on the gas pedal, I drive as fast as I can for as long as I can, until traffic slows me down, bringing me to a complete stop.

“Fucking get out of my way!” I turn on my emergency flashers and punch the horn repeatedly, knowing damn well that it’s not going to do shit to get me there sooner.

Looking around me, I try to back out of traffic, but other cars start piling up behind me, blocking me in. This is when I really start to lose it.

“Fuck this . . .”

Opening my door, I jump out of my truck and start running, weaving my way through traffic. Cars start honking and yelling at me when they realize that I’m leaving my truck there, but I could care less. I think I even jumped over one of the cars. I can’t be sure, because everything is in a haze.

I run fifteen blocks, not stopping once to catch my breath, not even when I get to the hospital. Fuck my lungs. Fuck the pain burning in my chest. All I care about is getting to my woman.

Rushing inside, I grip the desk and yell out Tripp’s name. “Tripp Daniels!” I fight to catch my breath as the woman starts typing her name into the computer. “Hurry!” I yell, getting impatient.

“I’m sorry, sir.” The woman looks up from the computer. “Her name is not listed here. I checked twice.”

I slam my fist down, starting to lose my shit even more. “Check again.”

The woman swallows and gives me a sympathetic look. “I understand your worry, sir, but I can assure you her name is not listed.”

Cursing to myself, I run my hands up and down my sweaty face, before putting my thoughts together. I remember her saying she was going on a lunch date with Tara today. “Can you please check for Tara Daniels?”

The woman nods her head and starts typing into the computer again. “Yes, sir. Tara is here, but you have to be family to go back. What is your name?”

“Shit!” I grip my hair, knowing that this isn’t going to go well. I need to get the fuck back there. “Alex Carter,” I say stiffly.

The woman smiles and then presses a button. “She’s in room 107. It’s going to be on–”

Before she can finish I rush through the door and start running like a fucking crazy person. Someone stops walking to yell at me to slow down, but I ignore him.

I stop to take a deep breath when I reach room 107, before poking my head around the curtain to see Tara sitting up and watching TV.

Her eyes widen in surprise when she sees me. “Alex, how did you know I was here?”

I walk over to the side of her bed and grab her hand. “Fuck, you’re okay. Where’s Tripp? Is she hurt? Tell me!”

Tara gives me a confused look and squeezes my hand. “Tripp is fine. She’s at work. She got asked to cover a shift.”

Relief washes over me and I pull Tara in for the biggest hug of her life. I’m squeezing her so tightly that I’m almost afraid of hurting her, but she doesn’t seem to be in pain.

“Alex.” She runs her hand over my forehead after we pull away. “Are you feeling well? I’m so damn confused right now.”

I shake my head and grab the chair behind me, pulling it up next to the bed. “Some woman called me from Tripp’s phone and said she was in an accident, so I got here as fast as I could.”

“Shit.” Tara takes a deep breath and relaxes into her bed. “She must’ve left her phone in my car. Dax called her when we were on the way to my lunch date so I dropped her off at the bar.”

I smile. “I’m sorry. I’m not happy that you’re here, but I’m sure as fuck happy to hear that Tripp is okay.” I stand up and reach for my cell. “I’ll call Tripp at work and let her know what happened.”

“No.” Tara shakes her head. “I’m fine. They just want to run a few tests before sending me home. I don’t want to distract Tripp while she’s at work.”

I put my phone away and take a seat again, reaching for a magazine.

“What are you doing?” Tara asks with a small smile.

“Staying here.” I throw my leg up and get comfortable. “I’m not leaving you here alone, Tara.”

Tara looks at me lovingly, making me feel as if I truly am family. “You’re a good guy, Alex. I love you like family. You know that right?”

I smile and close the magazine. “I kind of figured that when my name was on the list of family for visitors. I love you too, Tara. You’re like the aunt I never had.”

THEY RAN A COUPLE TESTS on Tara and finally released her a couple hours later. After getting her comfortable on the couch, I make her the lunch that she never got to eat and leave her to relax.

I recovered Tripp’s phone from the hospital and shoved it in my pocket with mine. It’s so weird wanting to talk to her, but knowing that her phone is with me. I can’t remember a time that we haven’t texted each other through work.

It looks like my only option is to see her at work. I just need to make a quick stop first.

I just hope that she’s ready for me . . .

EVERYTHING IN ME WISHES THAT I would have told Dax no when he asked me to come in today. I have too much on my mind and I’ve been messing up most of the orders since I walked through that door; mixing the wrong drinks or even forgetting to make them completely. I’m a complete mess right now, not to mention that I forgot my phone in Tara’s car. That never happens, confirming just how messed up I am.

I keep wanting to check it to see if Alex has texted me, but every time I go to reach for it by the register, I have to remind myself that it’s not there. I may be too mixed up to think straight or even talk to Alex right now, but seeing his messages come through calms me unlike anything else in this world can.

I know we need to talk later. There’s so much that needs to be figured out, but I’m terrified. I’m so terrified that my chest hurts.

Lucas and I are done; that I know for sure, and I’m okay with it. It was never meant to be in the first place. It’s where Alex and I stand that scares the living shit out of me. I keep replaying this stupid made up conversation in my head, where I confess to Alex that I’m madly in love with him and he tells me that we can never be more than friends. The more I play it in my head, the more it begins to feel like reality; a reality that I don’t want.