Page 36 of Romancing Rayne

“Harry, I think she’s laughing at you. I hardly think she was expecting you to say fuck.”

“And why the bloody hell not? This is a clusterfuck, as Ghost would say. He has to be out of his mind. And why the hell is no one calling me back?”

I stopped laughing when he reminded me how worried Ghost had to have been.

“Please help me find him,” I begged.

“Tomas, please contact Chief Young. I want every resource used to find Keane Bryson within the hour. After you make the call, take Lucas and go look for him.”

“Yes, Your Royal Highness.”

“I’m so sorry to put you through so much trouble.”

“No trouble,” he told me.

“Where am I?” I finally looked around the room, soft yellow walls and a four-poster bed, complete with a canopy. The large windows were covered in draperies, the fabric complemented the soft, soothing tones of the room. A salmon colored love seat sat in front of a magnificent fireplace. And, finally, the largest mirror I’d ever seen majestically hung above the mantelpiece.

“Buckingham Palace,” Meghan answered.

“What?” I was back to sitting. “I’m not allowed to be in here.”

“You are allowed to be wherever I see fit. Meghan and I are going to step out so you can speak to Dr. Stanly in private. He says you’re fine, however I’d like him to check you once more now that you are awake.”

“Wait.” Harry stopped and looked over his shoulder. “Please don’t be offended, but I don’t know how to properly address you now that we’re not in private.”

“Sir will suffice since we are in the palace.” He looked almost embarrassed. “Meghan is to be addressed as ma’am.”

“Thank you, sir, for all your kindness.”

He started for the door when Meghan leaned close and whispered. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For all the formality. I’m still just Meghan—your friend.”

“Actually, you’re my super-secret-duchess friend.” I laughed. “Thank you for saving me.”

“Right place, right time. I’m glad you’re okay.”

She followed Harry and quietly clicked the door closed behind her.

I hoped someone found Ghost soon. Now that I was safe, I was even more worried about his state of mind.

* * *

Ghost

It was dark. Fucking dark, and Rayne was somewhere walking the streets. I was getting ready to come unglued. No, that wasn’t true, I’d lost my sanity hours ago. Tex still hadn’t picked Rayne up on any of the CCTV cameras around London, and Oliver and I had started at the intersection the cabbie had given us and worked our way out and still hadn’t found her.

Oliver’s phone shrilled, breaking the silence of the car.

“Your Royal Highness. Now is not a good— What?” The car came to a screeching halt and Oliver made a very illegal U-turn down a one-way street and accelerated at a speed that had me pinned to my seat.

“What the fuck?” I barked.

“Yes. We’ll be right there.” Oliver disconnected and tossed his phone in the cupholder.

“What is it?”