Page 128 of Flame for Keeps


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He tried again.

Then again, demanding that she pick up his call, that she called him back.

He couldn’t be sure that she overheard anything that came through the feed and as he worked through other explanations, nothing made sense.

The cold hard fact was she chose to walk out of this house on her own violation.She wasn’t hurt or distressed.Go after her.

Maybe she did hear something through the feed.Maybe that was the person Rachel was talking to when she spewed all that stuff A cold wave of fear crashed over him as the thought surfaced.

Ares’s jaw clenched so hard, he knew he’d buy his dentist a new Maserati.

He called her cell again.

“Josie, call me.I need you to call me.”He couldn’t think of anything else to say so he ended the call and as he did, the phone buzzed in his hand.

“Yeah?’

“Boss, this is Frank, Mack’s second.I got news.”

“Go ahead.”

Even before the man said it, he knew.Ares thought of the dopey look on Drustan’s face and remembered hearing Mac’s plea to give the target another chance.

“Mac took the target.He is nowhere to be found but we are covering every inch of this island, discreetly of course.We won’t stop until they are found.”

Ares chewed the inside of his cheek so hard; he tasted blood.

“Keep me posted.”

“You got it.”

Ares knew he should make calls.Force himself to act but as his feet moved to the bedroom, all he could do was lay down on the bed, and sniff Josie's pillow, and pull the sheet over him.

He couldn’t lose her.

But maybe she needed air.

Maybe she needed to go for a walk.

Maybe she would come back.

He laughed, feeling foolish that he hadn’t thought of those possibilities.He'd stay here until he heard from her and then make a move.

And cursed himself for not giving her the backup manual key to the house.That would have been a much more romantic gesture that said exactly what he wanted.

Ares didn’t want to answer his phone but it flashed Xander’s number.

“Yeah?”

“You sound awful.What’s wrong?”

“That’s not why you’re calling.”

“Check Drustan’s Instagram.”

Ares scrolled through, finding the man’s feed mostly filled with pics of his dog or his cars.But seeing the recent post he cursed.

“The fucker put a ring on her finger?”