Page 34 of Wild About You
Tyler turns at the sound of my voice. He has his phone up to his ear, but he drops it as I shorten the distance between us.
“What are you doing out here?” I ask, wondering for a second if he’s going to try to talk to me again.
“Everly isn’t home, and when I call her phone, it’s saying it’s no longer in service.” Panic flashes in his eyes.
“She probably just turned it off. Where was she going?”
“I don’t know.” His jaw flexes. “She was gone when I got home this afternoon from the game. She left a note that said she’d be back by midnight. I didn’t think anything of it.”
I glance at the time on my phone. It’s almost two.
A car comes to a stop next to us. This time it is Sam. I look between an expectant Jade and a stressed-out Tyler. He’s got his phone back to his ear.
“Go,” I tell her. “I’m going to stay and help him track down Everly.”
“You want us to wait?” she asks.
“No. I’ll call an Uber.” I hug her.
She hesitates.
“I’ll be fine. Thank you for tonight.”
She smiles. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
Tyler drops the phone to his side and tips his head up to the sky. He lets out a growl. “Fuck, Everly.”
If I had been drunk, I think seeing him like this would sober me right up. “Where would she go?”
He looks at me like he didn’t realize I was still here. “With River if I had to guess, but I have no idea where he lives.”
“Okay. Do you have his number?”
He gives his head a quick shake.
“Where do they like to go?”
“I don’t know.” He runs a hand through his hair.
Ash comes out the front door, shrugging into a leather jacket. “I called Declan; he doesn’t have River’s number either, but he thinks his last name might be Stafford or Stamford, something like that.”
“Thanks,” Tyler clips.
Ash comes to stand with us and nods to me.
I smile at him, but Tyler steals my focus. He’s freaking out and I don’t know how to help.
“Her Instagram,” I say as I unlock my phone and search her name. Nothing immediately comes up. “Are you following her?”
“I don’t have an account,” Tyler says.
Right. I knew that. I might have had a moment of weakness and looked him up a few times over the years.
“We’ll find her.” I place a hand on his arm, ignoring the sparks it sends shooting up my fingertips.
“Found him,” Ash says, looking at his phone. “River Stevenson. Declan was way off. Want me to send him a message?”
“Can I see?” I ask.
