“Goddamnit!” I grumbled as I tossed my phone onto my seat.
When I started my car and backed out, I pulled out of the complex and headed up the main road that led toward the outskirts of town. I knew her parents lived on the same road as Callie’s old house, just down the street, so I headed in that direction. I had no clue what house was theirs, but Morgan’s Altima was easy enough to spot.
I drove up and down that damn road three times with no luck.
There was only one other place I could think of to check, so I started back toward town, headed for Haversburg to get back on the ferry. After a forty-five minute ride, where I sent her another group of messages, I drove off the linkspan and headed for Isle of Palms. I knew she was working on the beach house for my mom, and I knew that some things had beendone while we were in Monaco that she would need to check up on.
After another twenty-five minute drive to the beach house, I pulled into the driveway…the veryemptyfucking driveway.
I threw my head back with a growl as I gripped my steering wheel like a vise. I let out an exasperated breath just as my eyes flickered up to the rearview mirror; a group of guys were standing around a white work truck.
I backed out and stopped as I rolled down my window. “Hi, excuse me. Have you guys been here for a bit?”
“A couple of hours,” one man answered.
“Did you see a white Altima parked here?” I pointed to the driveway.
“Yeah,” the man said with a nod. “A woman, she was there, left maybe ten or fifteen minutes ago.”
Son of a bitch.
“Thanks, man. Appreciate it.”
I took off, rolling my window back up and grumbling under my breath as I headed back to the ferry.Again.
When I was on the ferry headed back to Halloran for the second time, I sent another slew of texts to Morgan. I could only assume one of three things: she blocked me, was ignoring me, or her phone died.
Forty-five minutes later, I drove off the linkspan once again and floored it toward Bayport.
When I pulled back into Morgan’s apartment complex, my heart shot to my throat when I saw her car parked in its usual spot.
Finally.
I got out of my car and ran inside, opting not to use the elevator when I saw a couple waiting for it; I flew back up thesix flights of stairs, out of the stairwell, and down the hall to Morgan’s door, once again out of damn breath.
I leaned against the doorframe as I knocked. My heart was pounding from both exertion and anxiety as I heard footsteps draw closer, and then the door opened.
Morgan went slightly wide-eyed when she met my gaze. “What are you?—”
“Jesus Christ. Talk about making a guy work for it,” I panted in interruption.
Her brow furrowed. “What?”
“I’ve been looking all over the damn place for you.”
“What are—why are you here? Shouldn’t you be in Monaco?”
I looked at her, my heart clenching at the sight of her amber eyes as my breathing started to slow. “Can I come in?”
She hesitated for a moment before stepping aside to let me in, and I turned to face her as she closed the door behind her. When she looked at me, I could see the flicker of apprehension in her eyes, and I hated that I caused it.
She folded her arms. “What are you doing here?”
“I wanted—neededto apologize about last night. I know you were telling me the truth.”
Her brows knit. “You caught an early flight and came back just toapologize?”
“Yeah. I mean, I would have done it back in Monaco, but, ya know, youleft. So, that kind of threw a wrench in my plans.”
