Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Putting my truck in park, I get out, and Gemma gets out with me.
After checking the mail, I head inside and shrug off my coat before I head down the hall to the kitchen. I feed both Gemma and Ira, then put some leftover meatloaf and mashed potatoes in the microwave to reheat. As I’m leaning against the counter, waiting for the microwave to go off, I can’t help but notice just how quiet and lonely the house feels without Olivia here. It’s hard to remember that this was my life before she came and started taking up space and filling each of the little moments with her light.
When my cell starts to ring, I reach for it, expecting it to be Olivia, but it’s actually Liam.
“What’s up?” I answer, opening the microwave when it starts to beep.
“You home?”
“Yeah.”
“Alright, I’m headed your way. I got that dresser you asked me about from my storage unit. I’m gonna drop it off so you can get it to Nalia.”
“Thanks, man.”
“No problem. See you in a couple of minutes.” He hangs up, and I lean against the counter. As I’m eating, my cell rings again, and I slide my finger across the screen, putting the call on speaker.
“Hey,” I greet Cobi.
“They got him,” he says, and my head falls back to my shoulders. “He was picked up outside of Bowling Green. The idiot checked into a hotel using his ID. The clerk at the front desk didn’t recognize him, but he did recognize his name, so he checked him in and called the cops.”
“Thank fuck he’s an idiot.”
“They always are.” He laughs. “When I get more info from them, I’ll call and fill you in.”
“Thanks, man.”
“Anytime. Talk to you soon.”
“Talk to you later.” I hang up with him and dial Olivia’s number. As it’s ringing, Gemma takes off out of the kitchen barking, so I follow her to the front door. I’m hoping it’s Olivia pulling into the driveway, but it’s Liam getting out of his truck.
“You wanna help me with this?” he asks, walking to the bed of his pickup.
“Yeah. Give me a sec.” I end the call when it goes to voicemail and shove my cell into my pocket while Gemma takes off to chase her sister around the yard. Shutting the front door, I head down the hall to the garage and open it, hitting the button for the door.
By the time I make it to him, he’s got the dresser out of the truck and is putting in the drawers.
“I just got off the phone with Cobi,” I say as I walk up to join him at the back of his truck, and his eyes come to me. “They got him.”
“Where did they catch him?”
“Bowling Green. He checked into a hotel using his ID, and the clerk recognized his name.”
“Did you tell Olivia?” he asks as we both lift the dresser off the ground and carry it into the garage.
“I just tried to call her, but she didn’t answer. She should be here soon with your mom.”
Frowning at me, he shakes his head. “I talked to Mom about thirty minutes ago, and she was home.”
“I thought she was staying with Olivia at the bar.” I pull out my phone and dial Olivia again. When the call goes to voicemail, I hang up and dial again, and once more, it goes right to voicemail.
Fuck, I know she’s most likely okay, but even that knowledge does nothing to help ease the sudden tightness in my chest.
“Do you have any of her friends’ numbers?”
“No,” I mumble, distracted as I send her a text telling her to call me, which is going to do no fucking good if her phone is off.
“Let me try,” he says, and I watch him call her and see his brows dart together. “Her phone is off.” I want to say no shit but bite it back. “You wanna go look for her?”
I hesitate for a second, sure I’m being overprotective and paranoid, but I know I won’t be able to breathe until I see for myself that she’s alright. “Yeah, let me grab my coat.”
Once we get both dogs inside, he and I get into my truck and head towards Blues, the bar on the strip she was going to tonight. When we pull up, I breathe a sigh of relief when I see her car parked on the road out front.
“She’s here.”
“Let me out, and I’ll run in while you park,” Liam says, so I pull over, and he jumps out. I drive a little way down and parallel park, then get out and start toward the bar, but stop when Liam comes out.
“She’s not here.”
“That’s her rental,” I tell him, pointing at her car that is a few feet down the sidewalk, and he shakes his head. “She’s not in there. I even had a girl check in the bathroom for me.”