Page 83 of Believing in a Billionaire
This time Grant rolled his eyes. “Fine, fine. Okay. He was upset. And he may just need some time alone.”
The trees filled in around them as they approached the cabin.
Julia stiffened in her seat, peering forward through them. “Let’s just hope he’s spending his alone time here.”
Grant turned off the main road, easing the car forward on the rough road. “Where is this place?”
“It’s pretty far from the road. I remember thinking I probably wouldn’t outrun him to the road if I had to.”
Grant clicked his tongue. “I cannot believe you are this worried about a man who kidnapped you twice.”
“Kidnap is a strong word,” she answered as the house came into view, looming ahead of them in the dim light. His pulse quickened. Would they find anything?
It looked dark. Maybe he was asleep. Grant almost hoped to find him there so they could finish this, and Julia could go back to resting.
Before he had the shifter in park, Julia was already out of the car. He hurried to catch up to her as she mounted the stairs leading to the cabin. She jiggled the handle, finding the door locked. A curse escaped from under her breath as she tugged a bobby pin from her hair.
She dropped to a knee and shoved it into the lock.
“Are you kidding me?”
A few seconds later, she twisted the knob again and pushed the door open. “No.”
“I’m a little disturbed. You should have disclosed that information to me.” He offered her a coy smile.
“On my fake wife application?” she asked as she scanned the dark interior before finding a light switch.
“Mm, maybe on the real wife one. Lock picking was probably a pro for the fake wife situation.”
“It was. I picked the lock to find Eve.” She twisted to face him, her features scrunching. “James didn’t tell you?”
“No. Another thing I’ll have to speak with him about.”
“Nice to know he kept my secret.” She scanned the living room before she crossed to the kitchen. “He’s not here.”
She hurried up the stairs before he could stop her. He followed behind her as she called out to his son.
She burst into a bedroom and crossed to the en-suite bathroom. “He’s not here.”
The disappointment in her voice was obvious. His heart broke for her, and he stepped closer, pulling her into his arms. “I’m sorry, Juls. But it was a long shot, right?”
“Yeah,” she admitted. “I don’t know where else to look.”
“Your bed.”
“You think he’s hiding under it?”
He pressed his lips together. “I was going to say no, but this is Kyle we’re talking about, so maybe. But I’m serious. You need to go home and rest. Let Max handle this.”
Julia sucked in a breath, flicking her gaze sideways. Had he convinced her to leave this to the professionals? Of course, she’d just picked a lock, so maybe she was also a professional.
As she started to answer, her phone rang. She hurried to answer it, turning on her speakerphone. “Alex, hi.”
“Hey, Sunshine. Did you manage to locate little G’s phone?”
Grant furrowed his brow. Had she called Alex for help?
Julia sighed. “Yeah. But no Kyle.”
