“I assume she tried calling him?”
Violet nodded.“Said it went straight to voicemail.”
“Maybe the battery died.”
“Or maybe he’s off with another woman,” Violet huffed.“I mean, he cheats on his girlfriend with his ex-wife.Who’s to say he’s not screwing a whole harem of ‘em?”
Simon hoped for everyone’s sake that they practiced safe sex.And yes, that thought made his stomach turn.
Violet shifted closer, rested her cheek on his shoulder.“Where’d you sneak off to so early?”
Thank God for the change in subject.
“Brantley wanted to talk.”
She lifted her head, met his gaze.He could see the question tumbling around in her head long before she asked, “You’re goin’, aren’t you?To talk to the mobster.”
Since the first time he mentioned Max to Violet, she’d been terrified of him going to talk to the man.No matter how often he tried to reassure her that it was par for the course, she didn’t seem to believe him.
“Yes.”
“When?”
“Today.”
Violet’s dark eyebrows angled downward.“Today?Why?”
As much as he wanted to tell her the details of the case, he couldn’t.Violet was a Walker.Which made her Brantley’s and Travis’s cousin.If Simon told her what they suspected, he doubted she would be able to keep the information to herself.It was just too big.So to spare her and everyone else until they had something concrete, he had no choice but to keep it to himself.
“Because he’s making time to see me,” he lied.He hoped that Max Adorite was making the time, but he didn’t know for sure.Not yet.
“Is Archer going?”
“Of course.”
“And Brantley and Reese?”
Simon nodded.“And Atticus.”
“You promise not to meet with him alone?”
He smiled, cupping her smooth, warm cheek.“I promise.”
When Violet leaned in to kiss him, Simon took what she offered.He couldn’t resist.Hell, he didn’t look forward to the idea of spending even a single night without her in his bed.Their relationship was still relatively new, but it was solid.As much as he hated being away from her, he knew it had to be done.
Simon was sinking deeper into the kiss, his hands beginning to wander, spurred by Violet’s husky moans.Unfortunately, it was cut short when her cell phone rang.
Violet flopped back, groaning.She grabbed her phone, stabbed the button to answer.“Hi, Mom.”
Figuring she would be otherwise preoccupied with her mother, Simon went to the closet to pack.It took him no time at all to throw some things into the small carry-on he used to travel.He was coming out of the closet when Violet called his name.
“Yeah?”
“He’s missing,” she said, this time sounding far more concerned.
“Are you sure?”
Violet nodded.“My mom found his truck.”
