“Why aren’t you home with Zoe and the babies?” Connor demanded as he headed for the office, because he knew without a doubt that something was seriously fucking wrong. Rory would never volunteer to play babysitter so that someone else could finish building her dream.
“Mom’s staying with Zoe and the babies and so are Haley and the kids,” Jason said, following after him. “What the hell is going on, Connor?”
“Why did you call me looking for Rory? Where the hell is she?” Trevor demanded.
“I don’t know,” Connor said, opening the trailer door, “but I’m about to find out.”
“You’d better,” Jason bit out.
“Where’s Rory?” Connor demanded as he stepped inside the trailer, not giving a damn that Jacob was on the phone.
When the man held up a finger, indicating that he needed a minute, Connor walked over, snatched the phone out of his hand and hung up.
“Hey! That was an important call!” Jacob snapped, moving to grab the phone back.
Connor tossed the phone to Jason and leaned over the desk. “Where. Is. Rory?” he asked, biting out each word as he forced himself not to reach across the desk and grab the bastard by his neck and shake him until he told him what he wanted to know, needed to hear, that Rory was pissed off at him and giving him the cold shoulder. He’d rather her be pissed at him than hurt.
Jacob frowned in confusion as he shot a look at Trevor. “I thought she was staying with you.”
“No, I haven’t seen her since the twins were born,” Trevor said, starting to look worried and for damn good reason.
“Then, I don’t know where she is,” Jacob said, rubbing his hands roughly down his face as Jason pulled out his phone.
“Craig, any idea where Rory is?” Jason asked, pacing the office while Trevor and Jacob waited for an answer, but he was done waiting. Something was going on and he was damn well going to find out what that was. When he found Rory, he was going to spank her ass until his hand fell off.
“Pull up her bank records,” Connor snapped, pointing at the computer.
Jacob’s eyebrows arched in surprise a few seconds before he started shaking his head. “I can’t do that.”
“Oh, I think you can,” Trevor said, crossing his massive arms over his chest as he joined Connor in front of the desk.
“No, I mean, I really can’t do that. I don’t have her passwords for her personal accounts,” Jacob rushed to explain.
“Then who does?” Connor asked, praying that someone had that information because they were starting to run out of options here.
“Maybe one of her brothers,” Jacob suggested, sounding hopeful as he stood up and made his way around the desk.
“Where are you going?” Jason asked as he placed his phone in his pocket.
“To see if she left any clues on her desk,” Jacob explained, heading for Rory’s office door, but Connor already knew that it was pointless.
“I’ve been working in there for the past three days and I haven’t seen anything,” he said, fighting back the urge to slam his fist into something.
Where the hell was she?
Wherever she was, he wasn’t going to find her by standing around here, Connor realized as he headed for the door.
“Where are you going?” Jason called after him as he stormed out of the trailer.
“To find Rory so that I can kill her.”
“Oh, my God, yes! Oh, right there…yes, oh, God,…that feels sooooooooo good,” Rory moaned as she settled back in the deep tub that she really needed to have her brothers steal for her. It really would make things a lot simpler for her if she didn’t have to sneak into Connor’s house for these late-night soaks.
Granted, this one was more of a mid-day soak, but that didn’t change the fact that this tub really belonged in her house. Maybe she could get Connor to install it as a wedding gift, Rory thought with a pleased little smile as she looked down at the engagement ring that she loved.
She loved this ring because she knew how hard Connor had worked to buy it for her. He’d offered to replace it for her and had even gone as far as to drag her into several jewelry stores, but she absolutely refused to wear anything else. This was her ring and she loved it and she loved the man that had given it to her.
Since he’d proposed, well, told her that they were getting married only a few short months ago, she’d been stressing out about the future. What if they got married only to discover that they really hated each other? What if he lost interest in her? What if he broke her heart? Not being able to walk for a few days had helped her sort through everything.
