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He recognized her writing, even from a distance.
Fuck, but he’d seen it enough at work.
Connor swept across the room, scooped up the note, and felt ice immediately settle in the pit of his stomach.
“Fuck,” he hissed, grabbing his cell, immediately dialing his brother.
It rang once. Twice. A third time.
Then Caleb picked up.
“Where the fuck is she?”
“Who?” Caleb asked groggily.
“Don’t fuck with me,” he snapped. “Where is Raven?”
“What?” The groggy left his brother’s voice. “What the fuck do you meanwhere is Raven?”
Connor tossed the note on the island. It landed on the plate of cinnamon rolls, caught in the sticky web of icing. “I mean,” he gritted out, forcing his voice to be calm. “That I woke up to the smell of cinnamon rolls and coffee and a goddamned note propped on my kitchen counter telling me she was done with this.”
A pause.
“What did you do?” Caleb snapped.
Okay, that fuckinghurt.
His brother said that.
Andthatfucking hurt.
“Talk to your woman,” he snapped instead of giving into the emotion, the worry for Raven. “Find out where she would go. I’ll get on Soph.”
His sister was a world-famous actress and director and had just flown out for a job.
But she knew Raven better than almost anyone.
She’d have the best insight into where Raven would go after she wrote a fucking note and pulled a disappearing act—and she had the resources to help.
Resources Raven had previously refused to use.
But, perhaps after all had gone down last night, she would be motivated to escape, to use those connections.
Unfortunately, approximately ten seconds of conversation with his sister thirty thousand feet in the air was all it took for him to know that she had no fucking clue where Raven was.
He didn’t waste much more time, just hung up and called Maggie and Misty, was dialing Frankie when Caleb called him back and reported that Kim and Frankie hadn’t heard from her.
“Haven’t heard?” Connor snapped. “Or they’re not willing to share?”
A beat.
“I can’t answer that with a hundred percent certainty, man,” Caleb said, “but Frankie was concerned enough to want to set up a search grid.”
“Fuck,” he muttered.
“And Kim doesn’t know,” his brother said. “She was in bed next to me all night and she’s worried. Really worried.” A beat. “What happened?”
Connor hesitated, but for only a moment.
