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He couldn’t tell them about his screwup and how he’d pulled his weapon in front of her. That was bad enough. The reason why he hadn’t been thinking straight was even worse.
He shook his head hard. “She wouldn’t just leave. We weren’t seeing eye to eye but we weren’t fighting. I don’t think she’d just walk out. Though I did piss off her ex-boyfriend, and he’s already a suspect.”
Josiah ripped his head in a nod. “Let’s spread out and look for her. Noah, you take the barn. Declan and I will search the perimeter.”
He shoved Noah’s arm out of his way, and without waiting for Josiah, he took off at a fast clip, weaving through people to reach the exit. When he shoved through the door, icy wind blasted him in the face.
Damn the sleet.
He was born and raised on a ranch. His first thought when inclement weather hit was to worry about the cattle finding shelter. What if something really happened to Belle? She wouldn’t last for long out in the elements.
Her ex and his terrible fiancée were also among the people that he hadn’t seen in a while. He wouldn’t put it past either of them to prey on Belle.
Squaring his shoulders, he walked into the wind. He would tear this ranch apart to find her. And if shedidsimply walk away without alerting him of her plans?
She would be bearing his palm print on her ass before Santa came.
“Oh god.” The words croaked from Belle’s lips, followed by a faint prayer for help.
Her head waspounding.The depths rattled like glass during an earthquake. Deep pain became a sickening swirl when she cracked open her eyes to take in the room around her.
“There’s our girl.” The bright tone sounded as fake as Belle’s orgasms with the man uttering those words.
Where had they taken her? She cracked her eyes open and stared through the slits at a built-in bench and a dining table bolted to the floor.
She was crumpled on the floor. When she let her head loll to the side, her gaze scraped over a pair of designer leather shoes and expensive wool suit pants.
The unmistakable scent of Ethan’s cologne made her nostrils flare. Suddenly, she understood what happened: as she walked away from that janitor’s closet, Ethan—or Haileigh—had bashed her over the head and dragged her…
Where? Where was she?
She pushed off the floor. Head swimming, she gained enough wits to put the pieces together and realized she was in an RV.
Their RV.
Anger hit her, and a black curtain like the ones dropped on big stages fell over her brain. Her vision wavered, and she blinked to clear it.
Once she could see straight, she heaved herself to her feet.
Haileigh lounged on a built-in leather couch. “You’re right, Ethan, honey. I can see her disgusting cellulite through that dress.”
Belle’s teeth gnashed on a snarl as she swung toward the hateful woman. “I can have liposuction to get rid of cellulite. But they can’t grow you any new brain cells.”
“You little—”
Ethan’s grin stopped Belle cold. “Now now, ladies. Fighting over me isn’t necessary.”
“Fighting over—” She almost gagged.
“Just get her to the computer, Ethan. We don’t have much time for talk.”
To Belle’s surprise, her ex jumped to do Haileigh’s bidding. Okay, that was new. He was a criminal and an asshole. But he never followed anyone’s orders before, as far as Belle knew.
Wait—did Haileigh say computer?
Keeping her focus on her enemies, Belle covertly glanced around the ritziest RV she’d ever seen. And that was saying a lot considering her parents’ connections.
“You must have robbed several banks to get the money for this,” she bit off.
