“It’s been three days, Eric.” Riley looked over at him from the sliding glass door. “Three days, and we’re no closer to finding him than when we first got here.”
Eric set the two matching plates on the kitchen table and motioned for her to sit. “We’ll find him.”
“You keep saying that, but—”
Another heavy boom cut her words short. It had also been raining for three days, which meant they’d been stuck inside with nothing to do but sit and stew over the frustrating situation.
You’ve done other things.
Despite the current situation, Eric wanted to smile. Hell yeah, they had.Lotsof other things.
In the shower. In the master bedroom’s king-sized bed. On the table where they were about to have dinner.
If my parents only knew.
Of course, he wasn’t the only son of theirs to bring a woman here. Derek and Charlie had stayed in this exact same house when they were hiding out from her crazy-as-fuck ex.
Eric glanced at the table again, praying like mad that they hadn’t used it for the same thing he and Riley had the day before. Which was the day after she’d told him she loved him.
The timing sucked balls, but damn if he didn’t want to walk around the house doing fist-pumps. He still couldn’t believe it. She loved him.
Riley York lovedhim.
“Eric?”
He looked back up at his partner, who looked beautifully frustrated with her hands on her hips and a brow arched high.
“What?”
She blew out a breath and pulled out the chair across from him. “Did you hear anything I just said?”
Shit. “I’m sure we’ll hear something from Cap soon. Or Derek.” He sat down and grabbed his fork. “They’re all doing everything they can to catch this guy. They’ll find him.”
“Not if he took off again.”
Eric swallowed the bite of spaghetti he’d just shoved in his mouth. He needed to say something, he just didn’t know what.
The truth was, Riley was right. Theyweren’tcloser to finding the asshole. The only positive being he hadn’t killed anyone else since the night Maggie was taken.
That they knew of, anyway.
“Coming here was a mistake.” She played with her noodles. “We never should’ve left the city—”
Before she could finish the thought, Eric’s phone began to ring. Recognizing the ring tone, he said, “It’s Derek.”
Eric got up and went to the counter where he’d left it. Tapping the screen, he answered the call.
“Hey, D. I’ve got you on speaker.”
“Riley there?” his brother asked.
“Why else would I put you on speaker?”
“Good point.”
Eric rolled his eyes. “And they call you the smart twin.”
“Ha, ha, ha,” Derek let out an obviously exaggerated laugh. “You really need to get some new material, brother. That shit’s like, what...twenty years old?”
