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Instead, when I swiped the screen, I screamed.
23
PRESS
The garage door had just closed behind us when my mobile rang. “It’s Jaicon,” I said to my father before answering.
“Press? Where are you?”
“We’ve just arrived at Seahorse.”
“Is there a chance you can return to the ranch?”
My stomach dropped. “What’s happened?”
“Luisa received a message from an unknown number on her cell phone. The team is trying to trace it now.”
“I’m on my way.” I didn’t need to know what the message was. That she’d received one at all on a mobile she was given only a few days prior was alarming. No—it was terrifying.
“I’ll go with you,” my dad offered.
I reopened the garage door and backed into my driveway.
“Lavery? Perhaps I should drive.”
I hadn’t realized I was shaking to the point of it being visible, but I was. “Please. But you’ll need to hurry.”
“Understood.”
We got out and switched seats. When my dad peeled onto the highway, I closed my eyes and held on tight. “It would be a good idea to keep it under one hundred and sixty kilometers,” I suggested through gritted teeth.
“I thought you told me to hurry.”
“Yes, Dad, but Luisa will need me to arrive in one piece.”
He took his foot off the gas and slowed a little. However, if there were highway patrolmen on the road tonight, we’d be facing a speeding ticket for certain.
The gates opened as soon as we approached, and when we pulled up in front of the main residence, Jaicon and Tryst were waiting.
“Where is she?” I asked, jumping out of the car before my father came to a complete stop.
“Inside, with Sorcha and her mother.” Tryst pointed, and I raced up the steps and through the door, not stopping to knock.
“Luisa?”
“Here,” said Sorcha, motioning from the sofa where she and Luisa’s mother crowded around her. Both women moved away when I sat down and took her in my arms. She wrapped hers around me and rested her head against my pounding heart.
“How did he get the number?” she cried.
“I don’t know, but there’s a team working to find out.” While no one had said that specifically, I knew enough about Laird Butler to expect he wouldn’t rest until he determined where the message had originated from.
“What if he knows where I am? Sends someone to get me?”
“We will not let that happen. You are safe, Luisa.”
She raised her head; tears streaked her cheeks. “I can’t stay here.” She turned to Sorcha. “I’m sorry, but I can’t.”
“Aye, lass,” Sorcha said, stroking her hair. “And you shan’t. Naughton is on standby to take you wherever Press suggests.”
