Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
She sighed. “Don’t go using logic on me.”
He smiled and kissed her forehead.
“Oh, sorry! Uh, this is awkward.”
Roman shot back as Mark spoke. She glared over at the other man, even though it wasn’t really his fault. Although why he kept coming into the kitchen, she didn’t know.
“Mark, what are you doing here?”
“Just been meeting with Salem,” he said. “I’m about to take off. Wanted to say goodbye. See you, Tamsyn.”
“Bye.”
“I’ll see you out,” Roman said, looking surprisingly stern and unhappy. “Stay here, darling girl.”
“You got it!”
Roman returned about five minutes later. “He shouldn’t have been wandering around on his own.”
“He seems harmless enough. Although he’s probably wondering why I’m letting both you and Salem kiss me.”
“Let him wonder. There’s no law against it.”
“Whoa.” She fanned herself. “Roman the rebel. I like it.”
He rolled his eyes at her, but he was grinning.
“Next thing you know, you’ll be riding a motorbike without a helmet.”
Roman shook his head. “Now, that would just be dangerous and foolish. No chance of me doing that.”
No, not her Roman. He was too careful.
With himself and most definitely with her. So she guessed she could go to the doctor.
For him.
Because she would do anything for him.
“Have you found anything on O’Connor?” Salem asked Roman as he walked into his office.
Roman sighed. “Nothing. And it’s strange. Usually people have something bad to say about a person. No one is a saint and yet there is nothing about him.”
“He’s too aboveboard,” Salem said.
“Exactly,” Roman said. “Think we should ask Riordan about him?”
“No, I don’t want him to know we’re looking into him. I managed to get him off my case by saying that Ryiad was considering a trap for Pinky, but I don’t want him thinking that we’ve turned our attention away from Pinky to O’Connor. Besides, they’re half-brothers, he might feel more loyalty to O’Connor than the truth.”
Roman nodded. “I’ll keep looking into him on the side.”
54
The doorbell rang and she frowned.
The guys were all at a meeting at headquarters. They weren’t happy about leaving her behind on her own, but Evette was here.
Besides, she knew they were all still upset about their last work mission. They hadn’t told her what had happened and she wondered if it was about him.
It had to be, right?
However, she didn’t know how to figure that out. She couldn’t ask the guys and frankly, the idea of searching for the information made her feel ill.
And she couldn’t ask him.
Although it made her very nervous that he hadn’t messaged her for an update or information or had one of his lackeys berate her in . . . days. Maybe longer.
Shit.
The doorbell rang again. Where was Evette?
Shrugging, she headed toward the door. She could hear the vacuum going upstairs.
Uh, Evette probably had her headphones on. She was a big country music fan.
Tamsyn checked the peephole.
Huh. That was odd.
She opened the door. “Hi, what are you doing—”
She didn’t even see it coming . . . which she was going to be embarrassed about later.
The pinprick to her neck filled her with horror as she slumped forward, right into his arms.
“Time to go home, bitch.”
Noooo!
Her scream was silent though as darkness overtook her.
Salem glanced down at his phone as Evette rang it.
For the second time.
“Is there something we’re keeping you from, Salem?” Riordan asked.
He was such a dick sometimes.
“Yes, actually. I have to take this.” He left the room, aware that Alexei and Roman followed him.
“What is it?” Alexei asked. “Is it Tamsyn?”
He held up a finger. “Evette? What’s going on?”
“She’s disappeared,” Evette replied, sounding hysterical. Which wasn’t something he was used to from the normally calm, older woman.
“What do you mean, disappeared?” He gestured to Roman and Alexei and they all fast walked toward the elevator. “She must be there somewhere.”
Would she be hiding? But why would she be hiding from Evette?
They exited the elevator and rushed out.
“She’s not! I can’t find her!”
“All right. We’ll be there soon. We’ll find her. Don’t worry.”
Where the fuck was she?
Alexei felt like he was going to lose his mind.
“We should have put a damn tracker on her!” he roared as he paced up and down Roman’s office.
They’d sent Evette home. She’d been upset and blaming herself for Tamsyn’s disappearance.
She wasn’t even sure when Tamsyn had disappeared since she’d been vacuuming with her headphones on.
This wasn’t her fault, though.
Nope. It was all on them.
They should have made certain that she was safe. They should have had someone here watching over her.
“Do the cameras show her leaving?” he asked tightly.
After checking everywhere through the house, they’d come to the conclusion that she had left.
But why?
“We should have cameras everywhere too!”
“Alexei, calm down,” Salem said.
“Our girl is missing and you want me to calm down?”
“Shit. Her phone is here,” Roman said. “I’m going through the camera feed for the front door. But I thought she might have taken her phone and I could track her that way.”