Exhausted beyond all belief, I curled up on the couch and propped my cell phone on the coffee table, watching those service bars like a hawk in hope they’d return.

I had a vow to keep.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Three

Jackson

“You fucking what?” I charged at Hastings in the middle of the Elizabethtown air station.

“I only had room for two more, Montgomery!”

“So you just left her there?” I came around the table at him. “She’s been out there all alone since yesterday?”

“There are hundreds of people out there! What did you want me to do?” He put his hands up, which caught me off guard long enough to stop myself from beating him to death.

“I wanted you to rescue my girlfriend!” I shouted. That term didn’t even remotely come close to what Morgan meant to me, and she’d probably deny it was even true.

Sawyer flanked my right, and Garrett took my left.

“We’re running round-the-clock evacs on serious cases, Jax, and I rescued your daughter and her grandmother because Morgan chose to save them. Now calm the hell down.” Three other pilots stared at us like we were the evening entertainment.

“Calm down? Where’s Christina right now?” I spat.

“In Tennessee with her family.”

“Morgan is on a hurricane-ravaged island! I have no idea how much food she has, or gas for her generator! So do not tell me to calm down!”

“Why don’t we back this up a little,” Garrett suggested, laying one hand on my shoulder.

Recognizing that I was only six inches away from Hastings’s face, I retreated a few steps and rubbed a hand over my eyes. My eyelids felt like sandpaper.

“Finley’s at the hospital?” I confirmed, making sure I’d heard him right.

“Yes. They admitted Vivian for observation, and they’re all safe and sound,” Hastings assured me.

Finley was safe. Morgan wasn’t.

“Give me your helicopter.”

“I’m sorry?” Hastings’s eyebrows shot up.

“You heard me. I want your fucking helicopter.” Did I stutter?

Startled, Sawyer’s gaze swung between Hastings and me. “Yeah, what he said. We want your helicopter.”

“Exactly how much crew rest have you had, Jax?” Hastings folded his arms over his chest.

“Eight hours,” I answered with a shrug.

“Over the last three days,” Garrett muttered.

I turned a slow glare on him.

“Just trying to keep you alive, my friend. Love you like a brother, and you know I’m down for going after Morgan, but you’re not safe to fly.”

“I didn’t say I had to fly it.”

Hastings tilted his head. “I’m listening.”

Chapter Thirty-Four

Chapter Thirty-Four

Morgan

I had a fish in a vase on my kitchen counter, a turtle in my bathtub, a guinea pig in what was supposed to be a shabby chic, decorative birdcage, and a cat curled up on my lap as I rested on the couch.