Page 57 of Racing Dirty Trilogy Box Set

Epilogue

Nolan

It’s been three months since Xavier proposed to Izzy. Three long months since Ashley left to go back to Los Angeles and I haven’t been able to get her out of my mind. Three long, lonely months.

The night Xavier proposed to Izzy, passion must have been in the air.

I saw the way Ashley was looking at me and watching me, so I went for it.

We spent a memorable night together and the next morning, when I woke up, she was gone.

We’ve talked and texted since that night daily, but I’ve been throwing myself into my work, trying to stay busy and keep my mind off her.

It’s been a couple of weeks since I’ve heard from her.

I’ve taken on more top security details and my team has been extremely busy.

I look out the double-paned windows and watch the snow falling to the ground.

The weatherman said there is a Nor’easter supposed to hit tonight and drop twelve inches of snow on us.

Most people are out trying to get home before the storm hits, but I’m here in my plush office thinking about a certain blond-haired woman with light brown eyes and tanned kissed skin.

There’s a knock on my door, bringing me out of my thoughts of strong, lean legs wrapped around me, a voice like an angel screaming my name in passion as I make her come repeatedly, one blissful night.

I look up and see Iverson standing at my door with a raised brow waiting for an answer. Damn it. Ashley consumes me everywhere I go, everything I do always leads back to her.

“What?” I bark at him.

Iverson cleared his throat. “Boss, you have a call on line one. It’s urgent." I scowl and wonder who could be calling me at this time. It’s almost eleven o’clock at night. We’ve been working late every night, trying to catch up on our cases.

“Thanks, tell the rest of the team to get home before this storm hits. I’ll see you all tomorrow.” I say dismissing him.

Iverson leaves my office and closes the door without saying a word. I pick up the phone on the corner of my red oak desk and hit the button blinking on line one.

“Ryan here,” I answer in a formal clipped tone. Silence on the other end greets me. I can hear harsh breathing, but that’s it.

“Look, I don’t have time for this bullshit. Either speak now or I’m hanging up.” I bark at the phone. A familiar deep breath hits my ears and everything else fades away.

“Nolan,” the small voice on the other end sounds scared. I’d recognize that voice anywhere.

“Ashley? What’s wrong?" I ask her.

“I need help. I’m in trouble. I can’t say anything more.” Ashley whispers into the phone.

“Where are you?” I ask gently.

Silence greets me and my heart hammers in my chest. She takes a deep breath before answering.

“I’m in L.A. and someone is after me, please help me.” Her voice is quiet, and I can barely hear her.

“I’m on my way. Stay put and stay safe.” I answer.

“OK, please hurry. I’m really scared,” she says, and the line goes dead. I grab my suit jacket on the back of my leather chair and run out the door. Ashley needs my help and I’ll be damned if I let anything happen to her.

The second story of Nolan and Ashley will continue. Will Ashley’s mysterious phone call push Nolan over the edge? Will she still be alive when he finally reaches her?

Continue for Ashley’s story Torque.