Hot Coffee (The Hollens)

Ethan's POV

I had been calling Emma for hours and kept reaching her voicemail, and Halley's too. When I got back they would be grilled. I also wanted to know what the results of the pregnancy test. Would I be a dad or would I have to make a better effort?

I couldn't concentrate on the meeting being held in front of me; I kept thinking about Emma.

"Sir, does that mean that the demands have been met?" Linda shooed my floating thoughts away.

I raked my fingers through my hair and heaved a sigh. Linda looked at me.

"Sir, are you alright?" she asked with a small smile to show she wasn't making a scene.

"I'm fine," I answered and flipped through the proposals in front of me.

I headed back to my hotel room, after the meeting, and called Emma again but got the same results. Voicemail. I called Halley and I got her voicemail too. Where were they and what were they doing? Something was wrong. Emma wouldn't ignore my calls like that and she wouldn't take so long to return them. She loved her new phone.

I called Luis.

"Yes sir?"

"Luis, I'm trying to get a hold of Emma or Halley. Where are they?"

"Sir, I don't have that information. I'm currently with my wife and kids."

"Oh, right. I'll try calling Anton." 

I ended the call and tried Anton who should have been at the grounds presently. His phone went to voicemail as well.

Damn it! When I get back, I'm going to kick some asses all over the place.

bed and stared at the ceiling fan. I didn't want to work myself up over nothing. Emma would call me when

came at my door. I

you get up and join me in a friendly dinner?" she suggested with

smile and grabbed my wallet. We headed down for dinner in one of the hotel's restaurants. Linda always knew how to cheer me up and keep me laughing. She was a really great employee and

of a conversation over dinner when my phone buzzed with

she's asleep and exhausted. I'll have her call you back when she wakes up. Hope

was a big girl and she could take care of herself, and Halley was there with her. But why was I having a gut feeling that something was definitely wrong? I wished she was the one who texted or at least call me back. Had

back soon, baby. Just four more days

the food?" Linda

of me. "Yeah. France always has

wonder why they're hardly sick and

"Not really."

it's because of all the

or are you

really." I watched as the glass of wine went up to

got drunk. The poor girl couldn't even stand up at

to get annoyed with her. Why couldn't she just leave me alone with my thoughts and my

"Huh?"

hear what I

"When?"

forget about it." She waved her hand in dismissal and

a friend and I couldn't even focus on having a simple dinner with her. I kept thinking about my fiancee, even though I there was no need to worry because I'd heard from Halley. I hurried

in her hotel room. I knocked on the door and she opened it

about back home,"

on this business deal." She sat down next to me on the chair and began to rub