“I need to borrow a dress.”
She’s shorter than me, and much curvier, but I’ll make it work. I don’t have time to wait around for my own dress to be washed and dried. I’m going to confront my husband—today.
Gin gasps. “You’re going after him, aren’t you?”
I bob my head.
She claps her hands and smiles. “You can borrow the car and our driver. I’ll get you something to wear, though you probably want to shower first.”
Glancing at myself in the mirror, I cringe. She’s right. I look terrible.
As I head into the bathroom to shower, Gin leaves to get everything else ready.
I wash my body and hair in record time, my thoughts jump between what I’m going to say to Cian and the fact that I’m finally pregnant. Back and forth, until I’m toweling off and drying my hair.
Gin’s left me a dress on the bed, along with a pair of leggings and a warm winter coat and scarf. I get dressed, then pin my hair up. Using the makeup she left on the vanity, I conceal the dark circles under my eyes before swiping on some mascara and lipstick. I want to look my best, like I haven’t been crying my eyes out for the past two days.
When I’m ready, and step out of the room, Gin’s waiting for me near the stairs. We walk down together to the car she’s generously provided.
She gives me a reassuring hug. “Go get him.”
“I will.” I’m going to find Cian and not leave until he stops being impossible.
CHAPTER 58
Ravenna
First, I stop by the house and let myself in with the electronic keypad. The place is eerily quiet. No one’s around, not even the staff. I check all the rooms. “Cian? Are you here?”
No one answers.
If he’s not here, then he must be at the compound, or one of the clubs, but I’ll check our old home first.
Back in the car, I give Gin’s driver the address and we head north. As we approach the massive gates, they swing open, inviting us inside the secure grounds. The car stops at the front doors and I get out, glancing around for Cian. If he is here, he hasn’t bothered to come out to greet me.
“You may go,” I tell the driver. “Thank you.”
The car rolls down the driveway, leaving me here. If I need another ride, I can always get one of Cian’s men to take me where I need to go. Or I can borrow one of his cars.
“Mrs. O’Rourke,” Brendan calls as he rounds the building. “What a pleasant surprise.”
I warily eye him. He’s usually not this friendly. “Is my husband here?”
“He is. Come. I’ll take you to him.” He kindly grins.
“Thank you.” I start up the stairs, then frown when Brendan gestures toward the side of the main building.
“This way. He’s not in the office.”
“Where is he?”
“I’ll take you to him.” He sets off on the gravel path, leaving me no choice but to follow. “We’ve had a challenging time trying to find you. It seems some vagrant got hold of your purse.”
I halt. “How did you know my purse was stolen?”
“We didn’t. Mr. O’Rourke had tracking devices installed in your handbags. When we tracked it, we were led to a street person on a park bench who claimed they found your bag in a trash bin.”
Of course he’d put trackers on me. I scoff. “Why were you looking for me? All Cian had to do was answer a single one of my calls or texts and I could have told him where I was.”
