Page 112 of The Elusive Billionaire
I push off the wall just as Brax and Pops round the corner. Pops is muttering curse words under his breath, while Braxton’s face is marred in worry lines.
“What’s wrong?”
“Riley DeVane just tried to check into the Hideaway.”
“He’s here?” My head swims as though I’ve been deprived of oxygen, and my muscles seize for control.
Braxton nods. “The reservation was booked through a business account, but Madi’s been cyberstalking that asshole since Savvy told her everything. She recognized him immediately and told him there was an issue with the booking.”
“Where is he now?”
“Sitting in the den at the Hideaway.” Braxton doesn’t have a temper the same way I do, but anyone looking on now would be hard-pressed to believe it. The vein in his forehead is bulging, and his tone is vicious.
“He’s just sitting there?”
Braxton nods, then heads toward the driveaway.
“Mads told him she’d have to speak to the owner and asked him to come back,” Pops grumbles.
“The fucker said he’d wait,” Braxton blurts.
“Where’s Savvy?” I ask, already pulling out my phone. I should’ve put a tracker on her.
“Madi said she was still at the fairgrounds with Elle and Blissy, setting up the Blissful Beans & Leaves booth. I tried calling them all, but it went straight to voicemail.”
“Reception’s shite at the fairgrounds,” Cian says, dusting his hands off on his jeans. “Let’s go. I’m driving.”
“I have an SUV. Why are we all going to cram into your truck?” I hate those things. I feel like a toddler wedged into a car seat every time there’s more than two people.
“’Cause Moose and Pops are taking your car to the inn. We’re going to raise hell until we get our girls back, and your suburban mom truck ain’t going to cut it at the fairgrounds.”
Suburban mom truck, my ass. “It’s an Escalade.”
“Prissmobile. Only an asshole spends that much money on a vehicle for one person. Now give Moose the keys so he can get to the inn and keep that wanker confused until we get our girls.”
“You’re not going to Madi?” I ask Brax.
“Sage is on his way over with some of the football team. She wants me to go with you.”
“Will she…”
“Sage has the entire offensive line arriving at the inn in about five minutes. If I don’t go with you, Madi will have my head.”
“You two, in the bed,” Cian calls while opening the passenger door and letting out a whistle that could wake the dead.
What the fuck?
A bear of a dog comes barreling out of the woods with its tongue hanging out the side of its mouth. It’s easily a hundred-pound beast, and it’s headed straight at us.
“What the hell is that?” I ask before lifting myself into the bed of the truck like some TV cowboy.
“That,” Cian grumbles, “is Elle’s impression of a good idea. She dropped him off about twenty minutes ago.”
“But what the hell is it?”
“Wrecks, come.” Cian whistles again, and the beast changes directions in midair, tumbling over giant paws in a somersault when it lands, only to get back up and charge the truck.
“Holy shit.” Brax jumps in the back with me, which is stupid, because we’re sitting ducks in here.
