ealous of Taylor? I
shake my head in disbelief.
Glancing at the alarm clock, I notice it’s just after eight.
I decide to get my clothes ready for work tomorrow. I
head upstairs to my room and open the walk-in closet. It’s
empty. All the clothes ha一ve gone. Oh no! Christian has
taken me at my word and disposed of the clothes. Shit.
My subconscious glares at me. Well, that will be you
and your big mouth.
and your big mouth.
Why did he take me at my word? My mother’s advice
comes back to haunt me, “Men are so literal, darling.” I
pout, staring at the empty space. There were some lovely
clothes, too, like the silver dress I wore to the ball.
I wander disconsolately into the bedroom, Wait a
moment—what is going on? The iPad is gone. Where’s
my Mac? Oh no. My first uncharitable thought is that Leila
may ha一ve stolen them.
I fly back downstairs and back into Christian’s
bedroom. On the bedside table are my Mac, my iPad, and
my satchel. It’s all here.
I open the walk-in closet door. My clothes are here—
all of them—sharing space with Christian’s clothes. When
did this happen? Why does he never warn me before he
does things like this?
I turn, and he’s standing in the doorway.
“Oh, they managed the move,” he mutters, distracted.
“What’s wrong?” I ask. His face is grim.
“Taylor thinks Leila was getting in through the
emergency stairwell. She must ha一ve had a key. All the
locks ha一ve been changed now. Taylor’s team has done a
sweep of every room in the apartment. She’s not here.”
He stops and runs a hand through his hair. “I wish I knew
where she was. She’s evading all our attempts to find her
when she needs help.” He frowns, and my earlier pique
vanishes. I put my arms around him. Folding me into his
embrace, he kisses my hair.
“What will you do when you find her?” I ask.
“Dr. Flynn has a place.”
“What about her husband?”
“He’s washed his hands of her.” Christian’s tone is
bitter. “Her family is in Connecticut. I think she’s very
much on her own out there.”
“That’s sad.”
“Are
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