“I swear, if this is about a woman, I’m going to kick his ass.” I flop down on the edge of his bed and look around his room. This would be an extreme way to ghost someone, but who knows with Tom.
His closet door is open and the suitcase that’s usually in there is gone. Half of his hangers are empty. A few are on the floor.
“When did you get this?” Dante leans against the wall, scrolling through my text conversation with Tom. He’s probably looking at earlier messages. Not that Tom and I talk much.
The most recent texts were me threatening to tell Mom about his high school hookup that’s still going on if he didn’t give me an internship.
Dante knows how to see when a text was sent. Is he just trying to get me to talk?
Shaking my head, I stand and go into Tom’s bathroom. When I turn on the light, the room looks like someone grabbed things in a hurry. His toothbrush and toothpaste are gone, but his floss is on the floor.
His razor is gone but his shaving cream is tipped over.
Silence falls over me as I think more about Tom’s words. I’ve got to go. What the fuck is he into? What is happening? If anyone knows, it’s these three.
I storm out of the bedroom and poke Dante in his chest. Ow. And just hurt my finger.
I glare up at him, rubbing my finger. “You live with him. Where is he?”
Dante returns my phone and crosses his arms over his chest, making his muscles bulge out even more. Fuck, he’s so fucking hot and that towel isn’t really covering much except his cock. My tongue darts out to lick my lips before I lift my gaze back to his face.
“We don’t keep tabs on each other.” His eyes lock on mine for a second longer than they should. Flames lick at my spine. Fuck, I’m done with this shit.
Focus. Tom. I need to find Tom.
“So what the fuck are his texts about?” I leave Tom’s room and the hot Viking to look for more clues. I didn’t see his laptop or phone or even his chargers in the bedroom.
“May I see the texts?” Wyatt steps in front of me and holds out his hand. My breath catches as I lift my gaze to his dark brown eyes and sleep-rumpled dark hair. His pajama bottoms cling to his hips. My insides soften. I swear if a woman comes out of his bedroom, I will lose what’s left of my mind.
He dates. He sleeps around. He flaunts the fact he’s with other women. Every other woman, except me. I’m the one who gets ignored. And I’m done with it.
Drew is my step in the right direction to prove I’m finished with Wyatt.
I hand Wyatt my phone and wander through their living room and kitchen. In the kitchen, there’s a note.
Need to lie low for a while. Not sure if they know about my family except Sara, but watch out for Sara and my mom, Roger, and Caitlyn. With me gone, they should be safe.
-Tom
Heat floods my back as Finn reaches over my shoulder and takes the note from my hand. “What do we have here, flower?”
Finn smells like sex and sin. My body perks up at his scent. Ugh. These guys have always made my head spin, but usually Tom is around to pull me back down to earth.
“Tom left you guys a note.” I move away from the tempting warmth of his body. “I don’t know who they are, but I’m still scheduled to start my internship on Monday, whether or not Tom is there.”
I’m holding firm to that because I need this internship to graduate. My gaze meets Wyatt’s eyes as he places my phone on the counter.
“Of course, pipsqueak.” Dante still hasn’t found clothes, and I’m pretty sure that towel isn’t going to hang on much longer. Fuck. I really don’t need to see that.
I’ve seen the man in gray sweatpants. He’s packing some serious heat behind that towel.
“Would you go get dressed?” I gesture to him. “We all know you’re hot. Cover that shit up.”
Dante’s eyes flash with heat for a second before he nods and heads into his bedroom. I go to the bar in the living room and put a glass on the counter. I glance over the liquors before choosing a whiskey, because fuck, I need something strong to deal with these guys.
“Early for a drink,” Wyatt grumbles, running a hand through his hair.
“You want one?” I pour myself a little and set the bottle on the bar. “I was on a date when Tom sent me his vague texts and wouldn’t answer my calls.”
