Page 231 of Things We Never Got Over (Knockemout)
My heart was hitting like a damn bass drum.
“Naomi stepped out to make a call, and no one’s seen her since. I’m standing in the fucking parking lot, and she’s not here.”
“Goddammit.”
“I don’t like this,” I said, dragging a hand through my hair. “I’m gonna go look for them.”
“Do me a favor first and call Naomi’s parents. I’m gonna get Liza and have some of my guys do a sweep of the woods.”
“She’s not gonna be there,” I told him.
“Gotta start somewhere. Call you back,” Nash said.
I immediately dialed Naomi’s number and headed back inside. Fi followed me with wide, worried eyes.
I snapped my fingers at her. “Get on the security feed for the parking lot.”
She didn’t give me an ounce of shit, just bobbed her head and hurried off in the direction of the office.
“Naomi okay, boss?” Milford asked.
“She’s not out there.”
“Hey! I could use a hand out here. The natives are gettin’ restless and thirsty,” Max said, swinging through the kitchen door. She took one look at us and stopped in her tracks. “What?”
“Can’t find Naomi,” I told her as the phone rang and rang in my ear.
“What the hell did you say to her this time?” Max demanded.
“Hi, you’ve reached Naomi Witt. Thanks for calling! Leave a message.”
I hit redial as worry crept over me like an icy, black cloud.
“Come on, Daze. Pick up,” I muttered.
“Let me try,” Max said, pulling out her phone.
“Tell me the second you talk to her. I need to know where she is.”
“What’s happening?” Silver asked, sticking her head in the door.
“Waylay and Naomi are missing,” I snapped.
All eyes landed on me.
“What are the odds that they’d both go missing at the same time?” Max asked.
I shook my head and scrolled through my contacts. My hands were shaking. I dialed Lou’s number.
“I know it’s date night, and I know I’m not your favorite person right now, but I think we’ve got trouble,” I told him when he answered.
“What’s wrong?”
“Liza said Waylay went missing again. She and Nash are out looking for her now, but Naomi walked out of the bar to make a call, and I can’t find her either.”
“I’ll meet you at Honky Tonk in two minutes,” he said.
“If something happened to them, Lou…” I couldn’t even finish the thought.
