Read Online LOVE QUAKES: BOXED SET (BOOKS 1-4) by J.S. Luxor - Free Book Online Page A
Authors: J.S. Luxor
Ads: Link
Are you available to visit Mr. Grant this evening? If so, please give me a time and your address. I’m happy to drive you back and forth. Thanks! Bailey.”
I have to call Bailey to get more details, now. If it’s a hospital visit, I’ll bring a plant. If not, I may bring a negligee (chuckle), a new one, since I don’t own any. Tristan’s lure is powerful. Bailey answers on the first ring.
“Oh, Miss Prime. It’s good to hear from you. I hope your drive to La Mesa and SDSU last week went well.” Bailey’s friendlier than the last time we spoke. That’s interesting. I wonder why.
“It was long but fine, thanks to your advice about the I-8, Mr. Bailey. As it turns out, I’ll be driving the I-8 up to Mission Beach today for the big move. Its 13 miles west or so. We should arrive in town around 1pm or so. I’ll be ready around 5pm. Can you update me on Tristan’s condition?”
He pauses, “Thank you. I’ll let Mr. Grant update you on his situation. Where are you living in Mission Beach?”
I give him my new address and describe the building’s location. “Is Mr. Grant in the hospital?”
“He’s just been released for in-home care. He’s now resting comfortably at home. I’ll wait outside your apartment at 5pm, this evening,” he states with formality.
“Umm, that’s fine, Bailey. By the way, I received a call from someone named Kristen Powers. She claims that she’s a friend of Tristan’s and she wants me to call her. Do you know this woman?”
“Yes, ma’am, I know Ms. Powers,” he states in a clipped manner. His tone has just become less friendly. What’s that about?
“Can you tell me who she happens to be, Mr. Bailey?”
He inhales a bit before speaking. “She’s a long-time associate of the Grant brothers and knows the family well,” he reveals but doesn’t elaborate. That’s all Bailey will give me.
I want to know more about this person, before I call her. “She told me that Tristan wanted to see me but I know that already. Why would she be calling me?”
“I don’t know, Miss Prime,” his voice sounds concerned. Hmmm….
“Did she and the family visit Tristan when he was at the hospital in Temecula?”
“I’m not free to disclose personal information about the Grant family or their associates, ma’am,” he answers in a professional tone.
“I see. All right. Thank you Mr. Bailey. Be waiting for you tonight at five, unless something strange happens on our move to Mission Beach,” I assure him and click off. It’s time to find out more about Tristan from Kristen Powers. I take three deep breaths and sit down before I call her number. She answers on the fourth ring.
“Ms. Powers,” I begin, “I’m Joanna Prime. You called me about Tristan Grant,” I say with as much neutrality as possible.
“Yes, as I said, I’m an old friend of Tristan’s. He’s desperate to see you. He called for you repeatedly in his semi-conscious state. I thought you should know,” she divulges. Her voice sounds sharp and edgy but young. I’ve just gotten more information from Kristen than Bailey was willing to spill. So, Tristan was semi-conscious, for a while. That explains why I haven’t heard from him.
“Thanks for letting me know. How long was he unconscious?” My heart skips a beat as I ask the question. No wonder he didn’t call. I hope he doesn’t have any lasting damage from being unconscious.
“For the past week, he’s been in and out of consciousness. He had quite a fall, was delirious and in a lot of pain, Joanna,” she reveals in a dramatic manner. Then, she begins, “I understand you spent time with Tristan in the elevator, during the earthquake?”
I chuckle, “Oh yeah, we spent at least 24 hours together in rather close touch. If it weren’t for Tristan’s rescue squad, we’d have been miserable,” I share and then giggle at the memory of our camp out.
She
I have to call Bailey to get more details, now. If it’s a hospital visit, I’ll bring a plant. If not, I may bring a negligee (chuckle), a new one, since I don’t own any. Tristan’s lure is powerful. Bailey answers on the first ring.
“Oh, Miss Prime. It’s good to hear from you. I hope your drive to La Mesa and SDSU last week went well.” Bailey’s friendlier than the last time we spoke. That’s interesting. I wonder why.
“It was long but fine, thanks to your advice about the I-8, Mr. Bailey. As it turns out, I’ll be driving the I-8 up to Mission Beach today for the big move. Its 13 miles west or so. We should arrive in town around 1pm or so. I’ll be ready around 5pm. Can you update me on Tristan’s condition?”
He pauses, “Thank you. I’ll let Mr. Grant update you on his situation. Where are you living in Mission Beach?”
I give him my new address and describe the building’s location. “Is Mr. Grant in the hospital?”
“He’s just been released for in-home care. He’s now resting comfortably at home. I’ll wait outside your apartment at 5pm, this evening,” he states with formality.
“Umm, that’s fine, Bailey. By the way, I received a call from someone named Kristen Powers. She claims that she’s a friend of Tristan’s and she wants me to call her. Do you know this woman?”
“Yes, ma’am, I know Ms. Powers,” he states in a clipped manner. His tone has just become less friendly. What’s that about?
“Can you tell me who she happens to be, Mr. Bailey?”
He inhales a bit before speaking. “She’s a long-time associate of the Grant brothers and knows the family well,” he reveals but doesn’t elaborate. That’s all Bailey will give me.
I want to know more about this person, before I call her. “She told me that Tristan wanted to see me but I know that already. Why would she be calling me?”
“I don’t know, Miss Prime,” his voice sounds concerned. Hmmm….
“Did she and the family visit Tristan when he was at the hospital in Temecula?”
“I’m not free to disclose personal information about the Grant family or their associates, ma’am,” he answers in a professional tone.
“I see. All right. Thank you Mr. Bailey. Be waiting for you tonight at five, unless something strange happens on our move to Mission Beach,” I assure him and click off. It’s time to find out more about Tristan from Kristen Powers. I take three deep breaths and sit down before I call her number. She answers on the fourth ring.
“Ms. Powers,” I begin, “I’m Joanna Prime. You called me about Tristan Grant,” I say with as much neutrality as possible.
“Yes, as I said, I’m an old friend of Tristan’s. He’s desperate to see you. He called for you repeatedly in his semi-conscious state. I thought you should know,” she divulges. Her voice sounds sharp and edgy but young. I’ve just gotten more information from Kristen than Bailey was willing to spill. So, Tristan was semi-conscious, for a while. That explains why I haven’t heard from him.
“Thanks for letting me know. How long was he unconscious?” My heart skips a beat as I ask the question. No wonder he didn’t call. I hope he doesn’t have any lasting damage from being unconscious.
“For the past week, he’s been in and out of consciousness. He had quite a fall, was delirious and in a lot of pain, Joanna,” she reveals in a dramatic manner. Then, she begins, “I understand you spent time with Tristan in the elevator, during the earthquake?”
I chuckle, “Oh yeah, we spent at least 24 hours together in rather close touch. If it weren’t for Tristan’s rescue squad, we’d have been miserable,” I share and then giggle at the memory of our camp out.
She
Similar Books
