His phone rang and he was on it in an instant.
It was Kris.
“Hey,” he answered. “Tell me you’ve found something out?”
“She’s fine.”
The relief hit him instantly, sucking all the tension from his muscles. But it was quickly followed by a tsunami of heartache.
Tori hadn’t answered his texts or calls, but she had answered her best friend’s?
That spoke volumes. All of which couldn’t be good.
He tightened his grip around the phone. “Did she say what was going on? Any clue as to why she just disappeared before our weekend together?”
Kris hesitated. “No, she didn’t. I texted her and told her you were freaking out. That you might end up filing a missing person report or something if you didn’t hear from her.”
Not completely illogical. “So, she’s okay?”
“She’s fine.”
He took a deep breath. “Where is she?”
“She didn’t tell me.” Kris’s words were wary. “She just wanted me to relay to you that she’s fine, and please don’t worry. But she needs some time alone.”
There it was.
She needs some time alone.
His stomach dropped, and nausea rocketed through him.
How had they gone from talking about getting a house to needing time alone in a matter of hours?
“I don’t trust it.”
He blinked out of his downward emotional spiral at Kris’s words. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t know. I mean, text is toneless, but I’m going on my gut here, and something’s wrong.” Kris sighed. “Hang on a minute.”
When his sister went silent, he continued to pace, racking his brain about where she could possibly be.
“Okay.” Kris’s voice came back over the line. “I think she’s still at you guys’ work.”
He stilled, brows snapping together. “At the office? Why? How can you tell?”
“Because we’ve both been location sharing on an app since we were in college, and just haven’t turned it off. It’s a BFF thing, I guess. I try not to abuse it and stalk her, but because you’ve got me worried, I checked in on her now.”
“Okay, that’s all kinds of creepy. But I’m also so damn grateful you have it. Thanks, Kris.”
He ended the call, grabbed his keys, and went down to the garage to get in his car.
Why in the hell was she still at the office at past nine on a Friday night? It was likely to find attorneys burning the midnight oil, but not the HR staff.
The entire drive there, his nerves grew.
Why hadn’t she answered his texts? She’d skipped their weekend away together to stay at work? Why? And why didn’t she want to tell him?
The unease in his gut grew as he pulled into the building’s garage.