He tried to tell himself not to panic, to play it off like it was all okay. There had to be a reasonable explanation why Blake left in the middle of the night and got someone else to come pick him up. All he had to do was ask, and Blake would explain.
But his texts went unanswered. And the phone call. And then Blake finally responded with some lame excuse of needing the day off? The worry he had stuffed down returned full force, along with a searing pain in his chest.
So he drove to Blake’s house, ready to break down the door if he had to or call Sam. Something. He needed to see that Blake was truly all right. The clawing fear in his gut wouldn’t let him stop until he knew, until he saw it with his own eyes.
Thank God Blake opened the door.
The moment he pulled Blake into his arms, his panic, worry, and the ache in his chest all eased. He cared for Blake more than he thought possible, and the relief at having the man there with him was so acute Derek got light-headed.