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After the long ass meeting, we have an extra practice and it’s after nine before I get back to the hotel. I head straight to my room and call Lana. My heart drops when I get her voicemail. I leave a message for her to call me and hurry to type out a message to her.

Me

Where are you?

I wait several minutes, but no little dots appear on the screen. Fuck. After what feels like a goddamn eternity, I undress and hop in the shower, telling myself she’s probably in the bathroom or out walking the dog and hasn’t seen my message yet. I take the quickest shower on record then hop out and dry myself. My heart squeezes in my chest as I stare at my blank phone screen. Fuck.

I pull up the security feed from my cabin and see the house is completely dark. When I check the movement logs and see no one has been there since this afternoon, I instantly know that something is wrong.

After calling her phone again and letting it click over to voicemail, I dial her password and listen to the messages. Fuck. She’s got six new voicemails. Two are bullshit, one is from Zane, and the last three are from the Pooch Parlor wanting to know why she hasn’t picked up Rufus.

Knowing I need help, I breathe through the panic flowing through my soul and dial Giant’s number.

“It’s fucking late. This better be a fucking emergency.”

“Lana isn’t home,” I blurt out the only words I’m able to get past my dry throat.

“I can’t believe you’re calling me after ten o’clock because you can’t find your fucking woman. She’s a grown-ass woman. Maybe she went out to dinner or something.” He doesn’t realize why I’m freaking the fuck out.

I take several deep breaths to bring myself under control so I’m able to explain the situation reasonably. “She hasn’t been home since she left for her afternoon meeting with the lawyer representing the county, and she didn’t pick the goddamn furball up from doggie daycare.”

Now, I’ve got his attention. “Are you sure?”

“I checked my security system and listened to her voicemails.”

“Okay.” Giant takes over. “You’re going to calm the fuck down because freaking out won’t help anything. I’m going to call the lawyer and see what happened this afternoon. As soon as I know something, I’ll call you back.”

“What am I supposed to do in the meantime?” I hate the fucking helpless feeling coursing through me right now.

“Get your ass on the first flight back to Silver Spoon Falls and call the Pooch Parlor’s after-hours line to let them know something came up. I’ll call you back soon.”

The asshole hangs up on me, and I jump into action. It’s nearly impossible to find a flight to Houston this late at night, so Giant comes through in a big way. He calls in a few favors, borrows his MC President’s private plane, and sends it to Dallas to pick me up. Each member of his MC is extremely wealthy, and the President is no exception. He’s CEO of the largest investment bank in Texas, who not only owns a private plane but the MC owns a private airfield so we don’t have to fly all the way to Houston.

I’m sitting on the runway waiting for our turn to take off when my phone rings. I see Giant’s face and feel my heart drop. “Tell me you know where she is.” I don’t care that I sound desperate.

“The lawyer had to cancel the appointment with Lana. He sent her the key to the building and told her to go check it out.” Giant doesn’t beat around the bush. “I’m sending someone to the apartment complex now.”

“Keep me updated. I should land in less than an hour.” Thank God it’s a short flight between Dallas and Silver Spoon Falls.

I’m a nervous wreck by the time we land in Silver Spoon Falls. As soon as the flight attendant opens the main door, I rush out into the chilly Texas night air.

A black SUV pulls up next to the plane, and my goddess hops out the passenger door. Fucking hell. I almost drop to my knees as relief flows through me. “What the hell happened? Are you okay?” I drag her soft, curvy body against mine and kiss her before she’s able to answer my questions.

“I’m fine.” She wraps her soft arms around my waist and clings to me.

“The lawyer canceled our meeting but offered to let me go see the complex by myself. I didn’t want to waste time, so I went there by myself.” If someone fucking laid a hand on her, I’ll kill the goddamn asshole. “I was so distracted, I accidentally left my cell phone in the car when I went in.” I look over her head and see Giant standing on the driver’s side of the SUV. “Everything was going fine until I got stuck in one of the downstairs apartments.”

“How did you get stuck?” I blink several times, trying to absorb what she’s saying.

“The door jammed when I shut it, and no matter what I did, it wouldn’t open. I tried all the windows, but they had bars on them and I couldn’t find a way out.” Fuck. That sounds terrifying.

"I pulled up outside the apartment building and saw her car, so I busted in the main door. She heard me and started hollering until I found the apartment she was trapped inside,” Giant explains.

“Are you okay?” I run my hands over her soft curves, making sure she’s in one fucking piece.

“I’m fine. A little freaked out that I spent six hours locked in an empty apartment, but nothing happened to me.” Thank God. I know there’s no way I’d live if something happened to my goddess. Having her in my life is necessary for my survival.

I hug her tight and look over my shoulder. “Thank you,” I tell Giant. “I owe you big fucking time.”

“Just take care of your woman. I’ll collect from you later.”

After reassuring her that the Pooch Parlor owner is going to take good care of Rufus until tomorrow, I spend the rest of the night reassuring myself that Lana is alive and well. Once we’re both too tired to move a muscle, I lie back and pull her tight against my side. “I fucking love you.” Her delicate scent wraps around me while I run my hands through her soft hair. “And you have to promise you’ll never scare me like that again.”

“That is one promise I’m happy to make.” She places her chin on my chest and smiles at me before taking my hand and laying it against her soft stomach. “But I can’t promise our little one won’t give us both a few scares.”

It takes my mind a few seconds to absorb what she’s telling me. “You mean?” I glance down at her stomach, envisioning our child growing inside her. Unbelievable happiness flows through my soul.

My goddess smiles at me and nods her head. “Yep, you managed to knock me up.”

Fucking hell. I almost fist-bump the air as satisfaction roars through me. “I knew all that extra practice would pay off.” I laugh and roll her over. Leaning over, I kiss the spot under her ear that drives my goddess wild.

She digs her nails into the back of my head while a shiver runs through her curvy body. I run my tongue along her collarbone, and she asks, “Why don’t we practice a little more? Just to make sure.” My smart, sassy, gorgeous goddess is a mind reader. And she’s all fucking mine.