Page 80 of Winning His Wager
“Please,” her dad said. “Please don’t hurt her, Bruce. She didn’t know anything about any of it.”
“Now, why should I believe you? You have been in Morris Preston’s bed for thirty years, Earl. Thirty years. And then this little slut got right in bed with his pissant boy, Dizzy Dezzy. It’s time for some answers. As soon as a few of my friends get here. We’re going to get started. I can’t wait.”
What was Abby supposed to do now?
“Daddy, what do wedo?”
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Dixie ran inside,right to the counter. “Where’s Dylan? Has anyone seen Dylan?”
Darcey shot her an irritated look. She’d been in a foul mood since the contractor had arrived to quote for fixing the side of the fireplace in the lobby. She was bitchy every time Martin was anywhere in her range. “Dylan took off almost forty-five minutes ago, chattering about drones, like always, why?”
“I found her keys. I found her keys and her hat and her phone. On the ground. By her car. Her door was wide open. She never left. I can’t findher!”
Marin heard. She grabbed the mouse from Caitlyn at the last computer on the counter. The one that had security cameras they’d all agreed to install after what had happened before.
Dixie crowded behind her sister and her cousin. Marin rewound the recording.
“There!” Dixie watched in horror as someone approached Dylan and just took her. Just yanked her right up and took her.
But at that angle, they couldn’t see who. Dylan’s car was in the way and her baby sister was just too small to see. And they just couldn’t see anything that would help at all.
“I’m calling the police,” Darcey said.
Marin was backing up the recording even more. “Abby was outside just a few minutes earlier. Maybe she saw someone?—”
Dixie heard men talking and she looked. Toward the dining room. Her father, Ben, Martin. “Ben! Someone took Dylan! Someone took her out of the parking lot!”
That was all it took to have them all running.
They had all been through this before. But then it had been theirfathertaking Dusty. They had gotten Dusty back. But they didn’t know who had Dylan at all.
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The other menwere still teasing him about being on the leash, but Fletcher couldn’t help it. He was worried. “She always answers me.”
“Come on,” Quade said. He’d tried texting her, too. Quade was one of the numbers preprogrammed into her watch. If she was wearing that watch, she would have gotten Quade’s texts, too. “We’ll run over to the inn. Check on her. Maybe her car is acting up again. We’ll get her and get started. I want to see this thing fly before the sun sets.”
Which would be in just an hour or so, if that. Dylan needed to hurry or they’d have to wait.
“Sounds like a plan,” Kaece said, a crowbar in his hand. “We’ll finish unpacking this one. Barratt can just supervise for you.”
Quade was parked behind Fletcher, and the twins and Barratt were on the other sides. Unless he wanted to take the tractor to the inn, Quade was his only way.
“Let’s go find my woman.”
“Sounds like a plan. You’re good for her, you know.”
“I will always try to be just that. I love that woman, and I always will.”
“Cherish every day, Fletch. Every day.”
He knew about Quade’s fiancée, and he hurt for the pain the man had experienced. He couldn’t imagine losing Dylan now.
* * *
Fletcher knewsomething was wrong the instant they pulled into the front parking lot of the inn. There was a crowd gathering. Quade killed the engine and Fletcher climbed out as Quade did the same. He jogged over to a familiar group of beautiful women.