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CHAPTER32
King
Temper flaring,I stride across the lawn.
I was in the office longer than I’d planned, working on my little project, but it worked to calm me down.
Until I found the bedroom fucking empty.
I glance at my phone screen, making sure the dot hasn’t moved, then shove it into my pocket.
Savannah hasn’t left the property. I know that much. The alarms would go off if anyone climbed the fence. So I’m going with my first guess. She’s with the dog.
My traitor, turncoat dog.
Before I bothered to check security footage, I decided to pull up his tracking chip. And finding him stationary at the staff house makes me think that he’s up to something.
I could whistle, get him to come to me from a mile away. But I’d prefer to arrive undetected.
Flickering firelight glows before me, and as I get closer, I can hear voices.
“What? No, ew.” Savannah’s laugh slows my steps. “It’s gotta be German chocolate cake.”
“Boo!” a male that sounds a lot like my gardener complains. “No way something with coconut can even qualify for the best.”
“You can’t like, make up the rules after we start.” Savannah’s reply is a little slow.
Did these idiots get my wife drunk?
And where the fuck is Duke?
“Sure I can,” Jamie replies. “And some stodgy old cake is not going to be the last course in my final meal.”
“Well, no duh, Sherlock” Savannah replies, making the women snicker. “I’m not gonna have some amateur cooking for me when the meteor hits the earth. It’s gonna be Chef Kesso, or that one guy that yells at everyone.”
“You’re both dumb.” I hear Ginger chime into the ridiculous conversation. “It’s ice cream.”
Silence reigns, as Ginger apparently wins the discussion, and I finally spot Savannah. She’s sprawled in the grass, arms wide, using my highly trained, very expensive guard dog as a pillow.
The other three are still sitting in chairs around the fire, and I’m annoyed at how close I was about to get before Cici lets out a sound of surprise, finally spotting me.
“What––” Jamie starts, then sees me.
I narrow my eyes at them, well aware of how menacing I must look appearing out of the dark.
Savannah’s not even aware of the disturbance, as I cut across the grass to her.
She’s staring up at the sky, not a damn worry in the world.
I should probably feel bad about ruining this for her, but that split second when I thought she might actually be gone…I need her to pay for that.
I step up to her side, leaning over so my face is above hers, blocking out the stars.
I expect her to startle. Maybe flinch. But instead, she does something unexpected.
She smiles.
And it’s so much more than I ever thought to hope for.