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Horrified, I opened my eyes. “I don’t want to kiss you.”
“Yes,” she purred, stroking my face. “You do. You’ll see.”
And then she pressed her red-painted mouth against mine.
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Max
The second thelock on the front door unlatched, I rushed inside. “Wes!”
Impatient, I slammed it behind me, pounding through the main floor and up the stairs.
“Wes!”
The first prickle of unease was like the barest brush against the nape of my neck. Ignoring it, I went into my bedroom, expecting him to be there… finding the room empty.
The second prickle of unease dragged a sharp talon from the base of my hairline to the base of my neck.
“Wesley.” I spoke, not yelling this time when I barreled into the bathroom.
My heart started thumping when I moved down the hallway to his bedroom, stepping through the open door. There was a book, a notebook, and an open laptop on the desk. A lamp glowed softly in the corner. The chair was pushed back as if he’d just gotten up to get something but never came back.
The third prickle of unease never came.
Instead, it was a full rush of panic. Something was wrong.
Cussing, I grabbed my cell and called the number I had on speed dial. “Where is Wes?” I growled into the line.
There was a heartbeat of silence and then, “You gave me the night off, remember?”
I disconnected the call and let out a yell.
Downstairs, I heard Win entering the house. I raced out of the empty bedroom and onto the stairs. After hitting another button, I lifted the phone to my ear. It went straight to voice mail.
My chest was so tight I couldn’t drag in a full breath. “Is Wes not home?”
My eyes flashed up. “How’d you know that?” I looked around behind him. “Do you know where he is?”
Win’s eyes went wide. “His Jeep isn’t in the driveway.”
“Fuck!” I spat. I hadn’t even noticed. I’d been too intent to get inside, to show him.
“So he’s not here,” Win surmised.
“He’s not answering his phone,” I said, swiping across the screen and calling up the tracker I had on his phone.
The map appeared with the little red dot, and I zoomed in on the location. “What the fuck?”
“What?” Win asked, stomping across to look at the phone. He glanced up. “Isn’t that Shirley’s?”
“Let’s go,” I said, voice hoarse, fingers aching around the casing of the phone. “Right now.”
We rushed out of the house, not even bothering with the lock. We piled into the Range Rover, and I dialed Jamie as Win sped out of the driveway.
“Bro,” Jamie answered.
“Are you at the diner with Wes?”
