Dammit.
A dead phone may as well be a disappearing act.
Also, a loophole in rule number ten, location sharing at all times.
My gut swirls, and I’m not sure if it’s from anger — or a small part of me that doesn’t want Bennett to screw up.
Probably the former.
“Where have you checked so far?” I bound out of bed, tossing the sleep mask on my nightstand and pulling up the duvet.
“The usual places. Arena, the rink, locker room, gym. We didn’t ask around — we’re trying to stay discreet.”
“Agreed. Keep looking. Have Bishop drive around town, and you man the apartment. I’ll make some calls and see if I can find him.”
Disconnecting, I hurry to change out of my pjs. Throwing on a pair of leggings, a T-shirt, and sneakers, I grab my purse and jog out of the condo. Knox nods as I run past, my heart racing and I haven’t even had coffee.
In the parking lot, I unlock the car and slide behind the steering wheel of my Rover.
If I were Bennett, where would I go?
Glancing around, I clock his Bronco still parked in his spot. He may be on foot — or he could have hitched a ride from one of his brothers or another teammate.
I press the ignition button and the engine roars to life at the same time I dial his cell.
“You’ve reached Bennett. Leave me a message and I’ll get back to you when I’m off the ice.”
The line beeps and I choke out a terse reply: “Bennett, it’s Tori. Call me ASAP. I’m not fucking around here.”
I disconnect and dial Weston. He answers on the second ring.
“Weston here.”
“Hey, Weston. It’s Tori Prince. Have you seen your brother? Bennett?” I clarify, my words tumbling out.
“Not recently, no. We had early ice time, then he left the rink.”
“Oh.” My mind whirs as I take a quick right onto Main Street, passing the coffee shop and several boutiques.
Losing track of Bennett right now is not fantastic.
“Everything okay?”
“Well, I need to find him. We’re going to a charity galatonight for the team and I need to check in with him. If he gets in touch with you, please let me know.”
“Will do.”
Weston disconnects and I dial Callum.
“Hey, it’s Tori Prince. I’m looking for Bennett. Is he with you?”
“No. Coach Keller gave us the afternoon off after practice. I figured he’d be home napping.” Callum chuckles at his joke, but I don’t join in. Nothing about this situation is funny.
“Any ideas where he might go? He’s not at the condo, but his car’s still in the lot.”
“Huh.” There’s a long pause and Callum breathes down the line. “Maybe the smoothie place on 3rdStreet? He mentioned checking it out.”
Smoothie place on 3rd.
