Mitchell.
The driver.
Bound and gagged.
“Sounds like someone trying to scream through a gag,” Lennon said, clearly knowing that sound a little too well.
“Where is she?” I asked as I pulled the gag out of the man’s mouth.
“I don’t know!” Mitchell said, trying to get himself out of the trunk, leaving me to take pity and undo his wrists. “I was tossed in here. Then I felt the car idling. Then moving. I heard Miranda talking. Then I heard her scream. Then… silence,” he said, eyes looking glassy, like he was ready to get teared up about it.
“Was it Ritchie?” I asked, watching as his eyes widened.
“Yes!”
“Fuck,” I growled.
“Who is Ritchie?” Lennon asked.
“Miranda’s assistant’s boyfriend,” I told Lennon. “Do a search for—“
“I’m already on it,” Lennon said. “We are going to find her,” he assured me. And himself.
Yes.
We had to find her.
Because I was pretty sure I was falling in love with her…
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Miranda
I was just so… happy.
God, that word wasn’t good enough.
New shoes made me happy.
Good coffee made me happy.
Brock made me… enraptured. Euphoric.
Blissful.
Those were the only words that even came close to how I was feeling as I woke up in his arms, as I shared coffee in bed with him, even as I moved away from him to get dressed.
Blissful.
It was the most at peace I’d ever felt.
I hadn’t checked my work email.
I hadn’t even thought about work.
I was just… in the moment.
With him.