Hopefully by now, he’s come up with Harper’s location.
I waltz into his office without so much as a knock, as if I own the place.
One day I will, but not today.
Dante raises an eyebrow, surprised, but he doesn’t scold me.
Another first for today.
Moreno stands silent in the corner of the room, the darkness lurking over him.
“Looks like they’re in a small town southwest of here. There’s a receipt for some diapers and snacks from a rest stop.”
“I’ll go check it out,” I say and head out of my father’s office.
“Luca,” Moreno calls after me.
I glance over my shoulder.
“You might want to change first.”
Ashton comes with me while Nova stays back with Kensley.
I’ve yet to untie Kensley from the basement. I don’t know whether Moreno or another one of the soldiers will question her.
It’s no longer my problem.
If she hadn’t helped Harper run away from our wedding, then she wouldn’t be subjected to our family’s wrath.
Serves her right.
My heart is frosty and chilled from the betrayal.
I hear the crinkle of paper, and I glance at Ashton as I’m driving in the direction of the rest stop where Harper was last seen.
It’s unlikely she’s still there, but Dante assured me that he’d call as soon as she makes another purchase.
It’s only a matter of time, and at least we’ll be close.
“What the hell is that?” I growl, but I already know the answer. He fished the breakup letter out of the garbage.
“Just something you might want to talk to Harper about.”
I snort and grip the steering wheel tighter as I shift uncomfortably in the driver’s seat. My foot is hard on the gas, trying to make up for lost time.
Harper has a couple hours’ headstart.
It has to be why Kensley showed up. It wasn’t just to give us Harper’s letter, but also to buy time for her friend to get away.
“Why didn’t Harper just go to her parents’?” I ask, glancing at Ashton.
“That’d be the first place we’d look for her. She is putting their lives in danger by bailing on the wedding,” he reminds me.
I don’t think she liked her parents very much, or maybe it’s just that they weren’t getting along recently.
Harper rarely talked about her mom and dad. I certainly didn’t push the conversation. It’s not like I’m close to my family, albeit for different reasons.
My phone rings, and I answer it via Bluetooth through the car speakers.
