Page 40 of Targeted By Fate

“It says, ‘Going to the library and then grocery store.’”

“It’s a place to start.” Ezra typed furiously on the computer and told me to get something to eat. “You’re not thinking clearly.”

That had been happening a lot since I met Keane. I was consumed by him.

Lake had me sit at the kitchen island while he made sandwiches for everyone.

“He was at the library, but I can’t find any sign of him leaving.”

I leaped up. “Great, he’s still there.” That was why he wasn’t answering his phone. He had to mute it at the library.

“Where are you going?” Thiago asked.

I yelled over my shoulder I was going to the library.

“Wait!” That was Ezra, and I closed my eyes, wishing he hadn’t spoken. He was going to tell me something I didn’t want to hear. “The library closed early today because they have a private fundraiser this evening.”

“Okay, he stayed for that.” He was giving money to a worthy organization; the library.

“Nah, invitation only, black tie, super exclusive, the elite of the city.”

Not something a mafia’s mate would be invited to.

My stomach churned, and I rubbed a hand over it, reminding me of Keane doing the same over his pregnant belly.

“Why did I listen to him?” I tugged a fistful of hair and raged at my mate.

“Boaz!”

That was a tone that only an older brother could use, and I kinda stood at attention, waiting for Maynard to berate me.

“Keane needs the Boaz of old, the single-minded asshat who’d never met a problem he couldn’t solve.”

Had I lost my edge after meeting Keane? Maybe I wasn't the right candidate for Alpha or even as a mate.

“When Keane is safe, you can go back to whatever this lovesick version of you is.” My oldest sibling accompanied his putdown with a grin.

“Hate you.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He cuffed my ear, and my wolf growled.

“Keane made you get rid of all your sneaky stalking technology but did he ever share his location on the family sharing group?”

“Huh? My mate isn’t on the brothers’ chat group.”

“Not that.” Ezra explained about the phone app. I had no clue what it was or if I had it. But my brother took my phone and held the display in front of my face. “You thought he’d gotten his way regarding keeping tabs on him, but he let you know you could find him if you looked.”

Tears blinded me. Keane had trusted that I wouldn’t abuse that privilege.

Ezra placed two fingers on the phone display and searched the map. “He’s not at the library.”

My belly performed flip-flops, and I begged the universe to tell me my mate was on the way home or about to walk in the door.

But when my brother glanced at me, his pale cheeks told me all I needed to know.

“Just tell me.”

“He’s on the far side of town.”

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