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“Who’s gone?” Havoc said, standing slowly from his seat at the table across from Ronan.

“Harley! I thought she was napping. I went to wake her up and she’s gone! Her door onto the porch is open. I’m going to look for her!”

“Check the yard, the woods nearby. But stay close in case she turns up. I’m coming.”

“I’m calling your dad.”

“Call everybody!” Havoc said, ending the call and immediately starting to dial another number as he hurried away from the table.

“What’s happening?” Ronan asked, taking money out of his wallet and dropping it on the table before he followed his brother outside.

“Harley’s missing,” Havoc said, waiting for the person he was calling to answer.

Chapter 23

“Can’t you drive any faster?” Analise asked. “I still have to go through check in and all. You should have gotten up earlier.”

“You should have called an uber or something! And I’m driving just fine. I would be driving better if you’d let me have coffee first.”

“It’s afternoon, Emmalyn. You should have been up hours ago.”

“You know what? Just be glad I’m driving you,” Emmalyn said, yawning as she put her blinker on and turned out onto the highway. “Besides, we’re just now turning on the highway. I’m not speeding through the property. Anybody could walk in front of us.”

“If you hurry up and get me the hell out of here, I’ll buy you a hundred-dollar gift card to whatever coffee shop you want,” Analise said.

Emmalyn perked up and looked at her sister. “Seriously?”

“Yes!”

“Why didn’t you say so?” Emmalyn asked, pressing down on the accelerator to bring up the vehicle’s speed.

Analise’s phone began to ring. She picked up the phone and looked at the screen. Shaking her head frustratedly, she put it back down.

“Aren’t you going to answer it?”

“No. He’s the reason I want to get out of here.”

“He might have something important to say.”

“Nothing that would matter. Can you just drive?”

“Fine. You’re the one who insisted I drive you. If you don’t like how I’m driving, maybe you should have driven yourself.”

“I did. Then Mom and Dad took my rental to the airport.”

They were a full three miles down the highway before Analise’s phone pinged.

“You got a message!” Emmalyn announced.

“I don’t care. I just want to go,” Analise said, her voice hoarse with emotion.

“If it hurts you that much, just stay Analise.”

“It’s so far past that.”

“At least listen to his message.”

“No.”