I swallowed my pride and then said simply, “Thank you.” I hoped he could hear the sincerity in my tone.
“I would’ve called you,” he said. “If I’d known she was gone.”
“Aye?”
“Da. Be well, Flynn.”
He hung up. A moment later, my phone pinged with the address.
I stalked from the library, the scotch I’d consumed pumping out of my veins and replaced with adrenaline. I made a quick call to my pilot, waking him up out of a sound sleep to tell him to ready the plane.
After I hung up with him, I threw the phone on the bed and then went to shower. I scrubbed the last few days from my skin, my mind churning over every possible reason she’d fled to Dolinsky’s house, and why she hadn’t told me.
I was tired of the secrets. Tired of the lies. It all needed to be brought into the light.
Now.
I’d wallowed long enough, letting my pride get in the way of what I needed to do. My wife was hurting. And she was doing it alone. But that wasn’t the way marriages worked. I didn’t care what she told me. I didn’t care if her words gutted me. I’d listen and then hold her, and we’d find a way through this.
Duncan was sitting on the bed when I came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around my waist.
“You didn’t shave.”
“Don’t care much about shaving,” I said, padding my way to the closet. “I showered. Isn’t that enough?”
“What did Petrovich have to say.”
I opened the top dresser drawer and grabbed a pair of boxer briefs in navy, Barrett’s favorite pair.
“He says she’s at Dolinsky’s home.”
“Dolinsky’s home… The one in Vermont, you mean?”
“That would be the one.” I quickly donned the trousers and then a blue V-neck sweater.
“But how? Why?”
“Apparently, Petrovich bought the house years ago. He owns it, but never goes there. But Barrett does.”
“Holy shite.”
“I know.”
“He bought her ahouse?”
“He claims it’s not like that.”
“Then what the hell is it? If another man bought Ash a house, I’d—” He quickly switched to Gaelic and let out a surge of curses.
“My sentiments exactly.” I walked back into the bedroom, holding a pair of socks.
I had to be strong enough for both of us now.
Strong enough to exorcise Igor Dolinsky, once and for all.
Chapter8
BARRETT
