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The woman looks at my phone and then back up at me. “Why are you looking for him?”
“My wife is missing and I think he may have some idea on where to find her.”
“Oh, that’s grave indeed.”
“It is.”
“How long have you been married?”
“Technically, she’s my fiancee,” I admit, feeling badly that I’ve stretched the truth for some reason. Maybe because the woman reminds me of someone’s grandmother.
“Let me see the photo again.” She stands. “My eyes aren’t what they used to be.”
“Of course.”
After a moment, I watch as her eyes squint and shift to the left corner of the room.
“Pretty sure your guy was over at Coffee Junction about fifteen minutes ago,” she says.
“Thank you,” I say gratefully, handing her a crisp twenty-dollar bill. “This is for your time.”
It takes everything for me not to run over to the small eatery. I don’t want to draw any attention to myself just in case he considers scurrying out of here if he sees me.
My eyes bulge at my discovery once I grow closer.
What in the actual fuck?
Not only is Parker sitting at a bistro table sipping on a goddamn latte, but Megan,my Megan,is sitting across from him as if she doesn’t have a care in the world.
I plunk myself down on a free chair at the table, startling them both. It’s not like Parker to be so off his game. He should have seen me coming if he was paying any attention to his surroundings. Instead, all of his concentration seems to be centered on my fiancee. The woman I thought was in dire straits under Fabre’s thumb. The center of my world.
“Well, isn’t this fucking cozy.”
Chapter 7
Can You Put That Away?
MEGAN
My brain and heart are at war with each other.
My Hunter-starved heart is bursting with joy that he is physically in front of me after what felt like a lifetime being apart, but my brain is confused as to why he looks like he wants to kill someone…particularly me. But even with his scary ass Glock spinning in the center of the bistro table, my heart wins this battle, and I jump to my feet and wrap my arms around him.
“Thank God you found me!”
As he holds me with one arm around my waist, the taut hardness of Hunter’s body relaxes just a smidge as I try my damndest to lose myself in his embrace.
“Are you okay?” he whispers with words that sound somehow broken instead of jubilant.
“Yes…yes, I’m alright.”
“Are you here with him?” he asks, sounding somewhat bewildered.
“No, not exactly.”
I know that Parker has royally fucked himself, but before Hunter arrived, I was talking him into taking me home instead of back to Naomi’s father. One more bite of his burrito, and I think I would have been successful.
“I know what you’re thinking,” Parker says in a tone full of fright.