Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 81584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” I breathed, looking around. She wasn’t there. Where the fuck was she?
Dragging my feet, I headed back toward the hallway I’d left half an hour earlier. I really hoped that Gray was already asleep. I didn’t want to run into him again until I’d sorted out my head. I counted the doors as I quietly made my way down the long hallway in the opposite direction of his room and stopped in front of a door that looked the same as all the others.
I checked my phone one more time to see if she’d gotten back to me yet, but I had no new texts.
Within seconds of knocking, the door to the room flew open.
“Frank?” Myla’s dad, Tommy, asked blearily. His eyes sharpened almost instantly as I tried to ignore his bare chest.
Seeing Tommy in his underwear was one of the very last things I ever wanted to see, but I couldn’t deny that he was still pretty built. Ew. Focus.
“I got back to our tent, and Myla isn’t there,” I said, all in one breath. “I mean, she’s probably around here somewhere, but she’s not answering her phone or anything, and she said she was going to our tent, so—”
“Myla’s missing?” her mom, Heather, said from somewhere behind the door.
“She’s around here somewhere,” Tommy replied gruffly. “Give me a minute to put my damn pants on.”
He left the door open slightly as he disappeared, but I didn’t follow him inside. I didn’t want to see anything in that room until both Myla’s parents were fully dressed. Grimacing, I moved sideways and leaned against the wall.
“Here,” Tommy said, tossing me a hoodie. “Too fuckin’ cold to be prancin’ around like that.”
“I thought I was going to bed,” I replied defensively, pulling the sweatshirt over my head.
“Myla said she was goin’ back to the tent?” he asked, moving down the hallway.
“That’s what she said.” I assumed he wanted me to follow.
“When was that?”
“Hours ago.”
“Shit.” Pausing at a door, he knocked lightly.
“What is it?” Myla’s brother Mick asked.
Now, here was a man I didn’t mind seeing in his underwear. Myla’s oldest brother was built, and while I normally went for guys who were a bit more streamlined, there wasn’t a single thing that I would’ve changed on that muscular body. Too bad he was married and had been forever.
“What’s up?” Mick asked.
“Your sister’s missin’.”
“What do you mean, missing?”
“She’s not where she’s supposed to be,” Tommy said flatly. “Get dressed.”
A few minutes later, Mick met us in the main part of the clubhouse.
“You know where the boys’ tents are?”
“Helped set ’em up,” Mick replied.
“Go wake ’em.” Tommy looked at me. “You stay in here where it’s warm.”
“You don’t think she’s in here somewhere?” I asked, looking around.
Tommy cocked his head to the side as he thought about it. “Men stayin’ inside have women with ’em, and I doubt any of ’em would want Myla sleepin’ in their room.”
I opened my mouth to remind him that not all the men had women with them but snapped it shut again. I already knew that Myla wasn’t in Gray’s room. Beyond the fact that I’d just left there, he was her frigging cousin.
After the men left, I dropped onto a barstool to wait. Where the fuck had Myla gone? It wasn’t as if she’d driven away—she’d had too much to drink to be driving anywhere. Glancing over at the men in the corner, anxiety raced down my spine. Had she found someone to hook up with? I hadn’t seen her flirting with anyone from the other clubs who were visiting from out of town.
“My daughter is going to be in so much trouble,” Heather announced as she came up behind me, giving my shoulder a squeeze. “Geez, honey, have you even been to bed yet?”
“Nope.”
Heather grimaced as she rounded the bar and started searching around behind it. “Jackpot!” She straightened. “Coffee?”
“Yes, please,” I grumbled, resting my chin on my hand. Tommy and the boys would find Myla. I just had to brace for how pissed she’d be when she realized I’d ratted her out. Normally, I would’ve tried harder to find her before calling in the cavalry, but something felt off about the whole thing. Usually when we partied at the club, the only people there were ones we knew well—tonight had been different.
“So, what were you doing up so late?” Heather asked insinuatingly.
“Nothing,” I replied quickly.
“Because that wasn’t suspicious.”
“I was hanging out,” I said, forcing myself to speak slower.
“Mmhmm,” she said, setting a cup of coffee in front of me. “Anyone I know?”
“Nope.”
She raised her eyebrows and glanced at the men in the corner. “I hope Myla told you to be careful—”
“I know,” I reassured her. “It was nothing. I didn’t go off anywhere with one of them.”
“They’re not bad—not all bad—we just don’t know many of them well.”