“Yes, I’m very much sure I want to leave.”
My knuckle brushed over her clit, eliciting a gasp from her. Fuck, I was already hard, and I didn’t even have her naked yet. Just one little moan, the simplest fucking sound that left her lips, had me ready to spread her out and take her right here and now.
I flicked the button on her jeans, ready to feast on that gorgeous pussy, but I never got the chance. The shrill ringing of my work phone interrupted me. Sighing, I pressed a chaste kiss to her lips and grabbed my phone.
“Yeah?”
“I need you in the office now,” Mav said, his tone brooking no arguments.
I glanced at Blake, a little surprised at the urgency in his voice. “Yeah, I’m coming. What’s going on?”
“Missing girl.”
“Age?”
“Eight. Went missing just after school.”
I glanced at the clock on the wall. “That was three hours ago.”
“She went missing from the bus stop on the edge of town. The parents thought she was playing with a friend outside.”
“Shit,” I muttered.
“We’re gathering a search party.”
“Alright. I’ll grab Wes and Blake.”
“Meet us at the mountain rescue.”
“Yeah. See you soon.”
Ending the call, I knew immediately where Blake was gonna go with this. Her mind just worked that way.
“A little girl is missing.”
Her eyes rounded as she waited for the details. “We need to get to the mountain rescue. They’re forming a search party.”
I headed for the living room to call up to Wes.
“Where?” she asked, hopping down from the counter. “Did he say where?—”
“Blake, I know what you’re thinking, but that was twenty-five years ago.”
“Still, it could be related,” she insisted. “A little girl goes missing from this small town? You don’t find that a little coincidental?”
“Yes, I do, but as of right now, she’s missing. We’re gonna head into town and join the search party. Until there’s evidence that she was kidnapped, we’re treating this as a child who wandered off.”
“But the Callahans?—”
I spun on her, my eyes cutting off her line of thinking. “Don’t go around accusing them of anything. You’ll only make things worse between our families, Blake.”
Her jaw hardened as she stared me down. “And you don’t think Austin could have anything to do with this? Or the old man?”
“Austin is a definite possibility—if it were someone in our family. But old man Callahan? No. As mean as he is, no, I don’t think he’s involved.”
“Because you don’t want to think it could be them!” she argued as I turned my back on her.
“Wes! Get down here!”
